[The name didn't ring a bell in Rey's mind. But now looking at him, really looking at him and how exasperated he must be...there was something tugging at the corners of her mind. Like a memory that wanted to form, but she was too stubborn, scared, and frustrated for it to come to the surface.]
I wouldn't get hit by a truck--I've been on my own and haven't died.
[She admits stubbornly, but softly. She was still unsure of Poe...though he makes a point. He hasn't done anything to hurt them--just corralled them into his home and trying to keep them there...]
I'm fine on my own...I've had to be. So you...you can let me go.
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I wouldn't get hit by a truck--I've been on my own and haven't died.
[She admits stubbornly, but softly. She was still unsure of Poe...though he makes a point. He hasn't done anything to hurt them--just corralled them into his home and trying to keep them there...]
I'm fine on my own...I've had to be. So you...you can let me go.