He frowns and reaches out, wrapping his hand around her elbow again to make her look at him, to keep her present with him.

"Lark has a chip on his shoulder about this," he says, calm but firm. Not that he doesn't understand where that comes from, but the man hardly knows Rey and he shouldn't have come to her cabin to lecture her. He's very sure about that.

"Look- whatever it is, Rey, they don't know. Do they? They don't understand."