"If we're lucky. Not that we've a track record for luck."

Though, having survived a forced jump through space and avoiding the capture of a government that probably wanted to experiment on them? That's pretty damned lucky, and it's not something that Rey is unthankful for. She would much rather be out here in a goddamned jungle than in a cell somewhere, locked up and waiting to be cut open. She's dealt with enough of that before, thank you very much.

Then she hesitates, and nods, holding up her two-fingered hand. "Some help would be nice. This makes work a little difficult sometimes."