Poe’s reply almost made Rey want to ask again, but she reframed. She didn’t want to push. She was trying to hide her own feelings about it. No need to make either of them worry. They had a tour to do—and Rey had a snack bar or two to munch on. It would be fine.

“I don’t know where to start. You two choose, I need to change.” Because trying that trick again probably wouldn’t work and she wasn’t in the mood to try.

Rey moved away from the pair, turning her back to them as she went to her small bag, fishing out her clothes and placed a snack bar on her old bed. She didn’t mind changing in front of them again, but the faint scars Finn saw earlier would be visible to Poe—if he looked at her.

A few seconds later she was in denim pants and an old college shirt. Ordinary, normal, nothing to make her stand out.

“Ready when you are.”