[ Rey is tangentially aware of the other people around her in the Hatch — understanding that she isn't the only one brought to this place, after the cacophony of voices in her head — but she's wary of the situation, regardless of the company.

When the younger girl hurries to catch up to her, she's surprised to see the gear and helm and tech wares she's got bundled under each of her arms. ]

Of course I don't, [ she snaps back rather quickly, but then reins in her irritation. This girl deserves neither the brunt of her ire, nor to be shut out from conversation just because Rey is still inherently distrustful of anyone and everyone, save the few people who were precious to her in the universe she left behind.

More calmly, gently: ] I don't know anymore than you do, I'm afraid. I just woke up. [ With her meager knapsack and quarterstaff, she feels woefully lacking compared to her companion's belongings. ] Did you have all of those with you, when you were taken?