Jesus wasn’t one of theirs? That didn’t make sense to her! Nothing has made sense and she really, honestly, hated it. Rey hates being left I. The dark with things but she couldn’t very trust either of them. If anything, she was thinking how she could escape. The strap of her satchel could be used to choke one of them. Her pen could be used for stabbing, a girl had to have her options for self defense—

Wait Poe was going to make the stairs crumble?! What the hell?! She let out a frustrated sigh, but at least Finn was trying a kinder tactic. Her brown eyes looked down at the offered hand...and despite her anger and hesitation, she reached out for it. Her hand easily slipping into his and that familiar spark cane back.

“I’m a student. Nothing more,” she murmured, following Finn down the stairs, unsure how they were illuminated since there didn’t seem to be a light source.

“But how do you know my name?” It wasn’t very common but still.