She's young. Small. Doesn't appear to be a threat-- at least no more of a threat than any other common thief. Ren's hand stills over his saber's hilt, before moving away. It's clear from the tension in his shoulders, the way he carries himself, that he's agitated, but at least there's no immediate escalation.

"Keep them. I'm not interested in the presents." It's not... entirely the truth, because he knows (senses) that one of those gifts is Ben Solo's, but the entire situation makes him too uneasy to want to claim it. Instead, he nods towards the ship. "That ship. Have you been inside?"