"No we're not," Rey spits out, then snaps her mouth back shut. It comes out more vehement than it should, and just like that she tries to wind back down again, pinching the bridge of her nose. "We're not people -- we're tools, easy to manipulate."

Maybe it's more information than she ought to give to someone she doesn't know, but Rey doesn't make an effort to hide who and what she is unless it comes up. And now she can't help but find it crawling out of the abyss of things she's avoided thinking too much about since she got here, if only because not many of the people she's spoken to would understand a word of it.

Someone talking like robots are just like people, though? That's a dangerous line of thinking, or so she's always believed.