[ Sitting just outside of the hatch has the effect of making him look like a prison guard, keeping her there. Rey decides not to think too hard on that. He said he needs to speak to Luke — that has nothing to do with her. He doesn't have to bring her with.

She turns away from him as if she needs to reinspect the fuel lines, but really it's just a distraction from having to look at him and from having to feel that nervous avoidance. He's not quite comfortable with her, and for some reason, she can tell. It's telegraphing off of him. ]

I warned Plutt it was stolen. He didn't care. [ She shakes her head. Idiot deserved what he got for not listening to reason. Of course someone would come looking for a stolen ship that Ducain had been peddling. It was Ducain. He was hardly subtle, and he'd doubtlessly neglected to scrub it clean. ]

What's he like? Skywalker. [ Not that it matters. She can't go anyway. But ... she wants the story now. Now that she doesn't need to barter for it, she'll happily accept what she'd originally thought he'd offered her. ] I always thought he was a myth, you know? All of those stories ... The Jedi ... They're practically fairytales.