[ Listening to his assessment, Rey stares down into the basin that makes up the mine below, as if searching out evidence of his words in the dust—evidence, or some refutation. Hazel eyes linger briefly on the mouth of the mine that Ji had chased them from (not a single grain of sand moves, of course, and she doesn't expect it to, but she can't help looking) before she lifts them and returns them to Kylo, nodding her understanding. ]

We'll be lucky if that's true. [ Lucky, she says, firmly avoiding the notion of counting on it and knowing that Kylo has already implicitly signed on for the same in climbing up here with her at all. He could have decided at the bottom of the cliff that the chances were slim enough that anyone followed that the vantage point wouldn't do them any good, but he didn't. At least he wasn't so self-destructive as to relinquish the logic of 'better safe than sorry.' ]

I'd still rather take shifts if it's the same with you. [ She turns her attention back towards the mine. She wipes seat from her face and onto the fabric of her shirt, smearing around more of the soot and ash from the mine. Maybe Chewie had found time to refill the water reservoirs on the Falcon before they took off—that'd be a nice surprise to look forward to tomorrow. ] Get some sleep. I'll wake you in a few hours to trade off.