"It's very... lonely," she admits, though remiss to do so. "Don't really like the lack of people here, or not knowing where they went."

In the sky prison, Rey at least knew where there were dangers on the other side of the walls she had spent weeks hiding in. She knew what to expect around most corners and could kill time by listening in on voices through pipes and other forms of eavesdropping.

Here? Not so much. If not for the promising supply of food and drink and the occasional company that doesn't try to kill her, she would almost be nostalgic for the times she spent crawling and fighting just to survive.