[ She continues her own stretching, rolling her shoulders and drinking in the clean air free of sweat and mustiness, eyes tracking one of the guards.
The expression that passes over Rey's face can only be summed up as: huh? She wets her lips, a part of her immediately wanting to latch onto that easy sense of familiarity the girl bases her assumption off of -- as if it might be a clue, a path to her origins.
(She doesn't know where she's really from. She doesn't know where she lived, before Jakku.) ]
London? I don't know that planet, sorry. [ It strikes her she could say anything she wanted now. Reinvent herself. That maybe it'd be best to fudge the truth, when she doesn't know if she can trust this person.
She momnentarily weighs it, before choosing truth: ] I'm from Jakku. Western Reaches.
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The expression that passes over Rey's face can only be summed up as: huh? She wets her lips, a part of her immediately wanting to latch onto that easy sense of familiarity the girl bases her assumption off of -- as if it might be a clue, a path to her origins.
(She doesn't know where she's really from. She doesn't know where she lived, before Jakku.) ]
London? I don't know that planet, sorry. [ It strikes her she could say anything she wanted now. Reinvent herself. That maybe it'd be best to fudge the truth, when she doesn't know if she can trust this person.
She momnentarily weighs it, before choosing truth: ] I'm from Jakku. Western Reaches.