A ship! Rey nearly can't believe her luck — despite the fact that some might think it unsalvageable because of the damage it's sustained, a scavenger knows better and she's already rummaging through some of the spare circuitry, to see what's usable and what's not. She has no interest in the carefully-wrapped gifts strewn aside during the crash; she wouldn't know what to do with such things even if one was meant for her, anyway.

But her discovery is short-lived, because there's a rippling charge of static electricity through the Force, making the fine hairs on her arms stand on end, and she can hear vaguely-familiar sounds from inside the ship — heavy booted footsteps, the crackle and purr of a certain unbalanced lightsaber. She's compelled to follow and enters the ship, moving carefully through the narrow corridors, hand on her saber's hilt; up ahead, further around the bend, the hallway glows a faint shade of red.

Skywalker's saber flashes to life in her hand, bathing her and her immediate surroundings in sapphire blue light. She has a bad feeling, about this.