"You've got the better of me."

She says, standing all the way up, and rolling her shoulder out. The metal arm swings. She's in clothing not entirely unlike Rey's- more leather, maybe, more metal, but the same sand-worn softness and stains. She has black- just smeared over her eyes today, not the full face of paint but enough to cut the glare.

"But if you know Tommy then I'm glad to meet you, wherever you're from."