"It still worked," she repeats, sounding a little stunned by that fact still. "No one ever find intact, still powered ships on Jakku. It was a once in a lifetime thing, worth more... if it worked, if it could be sold."

She smiles, just a little bit, and strokes a hand along his arm.

"I was gonna get enough food for a year."

Not use it to fly away, escape Jakku. Trade for food to stay there longer waiting for people he knows never came for her. He's seen the metal wall with all the scratches, he knows how long she waited.