A sensible argument, to train others just in case they need to defend themselves, rather than be helpless and cause more stress on those that can fight.

"Do you really think that's a possibility? So far, there haven't been any attacks that I've heard of." Then again, Rey hadn't been on this moon as long as Ivar has. He's probably seen more things and experienced stranger things here than her. This place was a very strange place indeed. Stranger than Jakku or Takodana, or anywhere else she's ever heard of.

Her eyes went down to his hands, noting the scars and calluses there. She could understand that. It showed hard work. It showed how determined he was. It showed his success and failures. Her fingertips were calloused from years of hard work, even with gloves to pick the parts she found and clean them.

"That I can see. It shows your growth. No one can call themselves a warrior if their hands don't show proof of it." She holds up one of her hands to show him, there was some faint scars from accidentally getting shocked by wires, when she didn't know what she was doing, or when she burned herself from touching metal left out in the heat.

"Yours really do tell a story."