N— no, no, it's... it's really beautiful. I've never seen anything like it.

[ she stammers a little, still trying to get her bearings, still trying to wrap her mind around how warm her skin feels on her arm from where he'd touched her and then let go. but he doesn't hold onto her, so rey takes it as freedom to wander, to let her hands trail over the backs of chairs and sofas, to let her feet carry her from one side to the other until she's surrounded by cabinets and gleaming appliances. it's here where she unlatches her belt after a moment, settling it and the saber hooked on the side onto the kitchen counter, gaze focusing on the stark white of the quartz as if trying to make sense of things before it snaps back up to him. ]

I don't know. [ free hands fish into her bindings, pulling out that glass bottle from earlier. she's tempted to open it, to breathe in what's inside, but she keeps it stoppered for now. ] There were these people, market sellers I think. I'd been trying to avoid them, but they caught me coming out of a building.

[ she makes a face. ]

I smell horrible, don't I?