When Poe doesn't release Rey's wrist, she tugs harder. She wasn't about to be taken by people she didn't know, in a country she where she knew no one. This was feeling eerily familiar in a way that she didn't like. Her lips parted again, prepared to scream when she hears Greek--no, it's a different dialect. It's more...refined? or roughed? It sounds like a mess to her, but then it clicks in her mind. Like puzzle pieces falling into place, but she didn't have time to dwell on that.

No, not when their eyes turn purple. Like colored contact lenses that look freaky (and cool if she wasn't so confused and angry about the situation). She struggles again, trying to dig in her heels to keep herself grounded to the floor.

Now the level headed one, Finn, seemed to be going along with it?!

"I don't want to talk!" she yelled, still struggling against Poe, eyeing the door he wanted to pull her through. Finn takes hold of her wrist and that spark comes through. Another jolt of electricity that feels familiar and she wants to know why. Why does it make her heart beat faster and harder in her chest? And why does all of this feel so damn familiar, but the feeling keeps slipping through her fingers.

"Release me, both of you!" she screamed, unknowingly switching to the ancient Greek she spoke so long ago as she was pulled through the door and down the stairs into the Underworld.