There's something charming about the simplicity of it. Not everything needs to be grand and flashy; sometimes it's nice to just have a little light.

Not that the stars and constellations make any sense, much to Rey's disappointment. She had made a point once to memorize the stars in the sky, both to better maneuver across unfamiliar terrains, but also... Well, when your lost brother happens to be named after the stars, you might get curious.

This is for herself, though. Which Rey helps herself to a spare set she sees after the stranger takes the first, then blurts: "You have a wife here?"

It's not something that should be surprising; she's met people from all walks here. Rey just isn't sure how she's feel if someone she knew showed up someday, let alone someone she cared about...

God, no. She shakes the thought out of her head. Stop that.

A nearby shirt hanging on the wall distracts her, and makes a good excuse for her to deviate. It's not even something she'd remotely like, let alone wear, but it's... cute. Her mouth tightens into a thin line. Yeah, it's cute -- and colorful.

"If you can manage to look your best in this. Just want to find something clean, is all."