When Rey comes around to check on her traps, she doesn't find her next meal, but rather a curious woman admiring her handiwork. Rue knows how to make traps like these, but she didn't have a lot of practice setting them out herself. And the game she was after was much more mundane than much of what they've encountered since their arrival on the planet. At least the vegetation hasn't been a total bust.

She's used to listening for the sounds of movement around her, but it's the communications device pinging at the edges of her mind that gives Rey away, whether she was making any attempt to be stealthy or not. Rue's head lifts not unlike a deer startled by the snap of a twig nearby, ready to bolt for a moment. Then, she relaxes again, rises from her crouch. "This is good work," she offers as a greeting.