Rey hadn't been able to sleep for long, given the stormy emotions swirling around in the small hut, and the fact that she hadn't been truly intending to fall asleep to begin with. She'd awoken faintly disoriented and walked toward the voices, stopping in her tracks once she realized they were talking about her. Or, well -- she supposed there could be someone else, but it hardly seemed likely.

A cold sense of dread refused to release its grip on her as she listens for some clue, and finally can hold her tongue no longer.

"What wouldn't I believe?"

She still looks a bit drained, like someone who ought to have been left sleeping, but her eyes are sharp as she looks from one man to the other in search of answers.

"Who could I possibly need protection from that you think I'm not capable of providing for myself?"