In all the chaos of what was going on, it was easy to neglect formalities. Some part inside swayed her from the desire of wanting to get close to this pilot, Neson.

With William hauled over her shoulder, she ventures first down the way they came from. She glances to Neson for a moment, studying him, and then turns around to face the path ahead of them, still vigilant.

She blinks, just once. Slow.

"Sergeant Schuyler," she says, her tone shifts ever slightly from the robotic speech she expressed before. "I'm one of the security officers here."

It's not a cover. After all, she was a Sergeant Rey Schuyler at one point in her many lives. Of all the eight women she had once been, Schuyler was mission-bound but also loyal to a fault -- she would never leave a comrade behind, even if they were a liability. Just as she wouldn't abandon William.

It would be easier for a stranger like Russe Neson to warm up to someone like Schuyler than to "just Rey".