The decontamination process takes a little longer than expected. Probably because one of them got more chewed up than the other. Other than some scratches, Rey came out of that situation relatively unmaimed. It's more than she can say for her hobbling companion.

Casually peeking over at the animal during the routine, she gives those injuries a once over. Much like the current people, it's unlikely that the medical robots would have physiological knowledge of whatever species this is. Not that Rey needed more reasons not to trust the machines here, there's that as well.

"Guess we should patch you up or something." There's a notable nonchalance to Rey's tone. She doesn't need to pretend to be anyone or anything else; doesn't see a need to. It's just an animal, after all.

Which means there's no reason to pretend not to be a real person, herself.

She scratches the side of her neck as she thinks, trying to plan out a mental list in her head on what to do. When the decontamination finishes, she steps out, staring at the empty space in front of her. "Mn, let's just stop at the first place that might have a first aid thing."

So eloquent, but who the hell is paying attention? Not this big bird monster next to her.