Rey's face scrunches in frustration.

"What? No, not scared. Fucking pissed. Don't like things in my head -- especially not synthetics."

She backs up a step, eyes darting around the room as if trash talking the AI might make it react horribly. This is exactly the kind of thing that Rey was afraid of waking up to when she first got here. When she had been running away from IV, who wanted nothing more than to rip out Rey's cybernetics and see what makes her 'artificial soul' tick.