She ducks her head a bit sheepishly; it's more difficult than she expected to let herself be seen, much less heard, now that she's aware of her own origins. She keeps waiting for judgment that hasn't come. There's still a part of her that can't help but wonder if her parents sold her because they feared what she'd grow into.

Master Kenobi, at least, wouldn't fear her.

"I think it's what most people want," she replies, gathering courage.

"How much did they tell you?"

She's sure Vader must've explained all of the commotion in the hut once she'd gone. Possibly Kylo, too, once he'd seen her safely home. She hadn't asked, but it seemed likely enough.