"Ah," is all Rey can say at first. It hits a little too close to home, for someone who has rarely experienced much happiness in any of her lifetimes. Even her false memories were tailored to be miserable, always intending to shape her into a version remiss to connect with others. A trick that all too often worked, much to her chagrin.

After a moment, she just rests her back against a wall. It feels real. Maybe a physical barrier to this simulation. She tries not to think too much of it, even if that's what this thing wants -- whatever it is. "You talk like you know what it wants," she finally points out, once she's out of her own head. A pretty curious detail, that.