Rey doesn't question how he knew where she lived; she'd done the same thing herself back when they weren't even speaking. It was better for them both if they knew where the other could be found, whether or not they wanted to be near one another.

She swipes her key card mechanically, pushes the door open, then turns back to Kylo. Her expression is still distant, but she's at least holding onto something resembling composure.

"I'll be all right. You don't need to worry."

A part of her appreciates the concern he's been radiating, but she needs space. It's enough to know he's here, that if she reaches out he'll still be here later, when she's ready to talk about any of it again.