A mortal may have ran from Poe's roar. A weaker goddess would have coward before him. For Rey, she stood in front of him, her brown eyes with specks of green never leaving his. Her eyes flickered from their normal color to red, and back, holding back her own anger.

"I don't know!" she yelled back, standing her ground, but instead of uncurling fist to hit him, she found herself reaching out to place one hand on top of his curled fist. Something inside of her was begging to reach out to him. When she touched him, that same spark shot through her. The same feeling she had with Finn.

"I don't know..." she repeated again in a softer voice.

"I want time to figure it out. I need time...that's what I need from you. Time, and guidance." Time to figure out what she wanted, and guidance...especially when she began to doubt her value. Someone in her corner and pushing her.

Someone like Poe and Finn.