The fact that he agrees comes as a dreaded comfort. It means that she's right about that much, at least.

She lowers her hand from her face, still not bringing herself to shake Firo off. Oddly, she doesn't mind the contact and it comes as solace more than anything else. "Yes, I get you. I'll try -- the two of us are pretty much stuck together, anyway." She shrugs. "But I can't make any promises that I can bring that back home."

If there's ever going to be a next time. Rey would rather not think about that, though.

"Sorry you had to see all that."