[ One moment, he's only in her mind and the next— she blinks and he's there, menacing as ever in all black and even more unpredictable, the malfunctioning saber lit in his grip giving her more than pause. Rey's hand falls to her own at her hip ( she's still growing used to calling it her's; Luke Skywalker had refused to take it back ) but she doesn't retrieve it fully, letting herself settle in the warring sensation of having Kylo Ren in her head and standing before her at once. A hundred escape routes are planned and she stands her ground, the little alleyway between them deserted, local folk instinctively keeping out of their way. ]

If you were going to, you would have already. [ Confident in that, at the very least, she regards him with a cautious brand of curiosity, distastefully glancing over his helm, a terrible sight to behold and get Rey doesn't feel rattled with fear the way she had the day Kylo had appeared abruptly from behind the right quarry of rocks, exactly where'd she'd feared he'd be but afraid just the same. Take off your mask, so I can see you— she urges with an unconscious fervor she wasn't sure she possessed, blinking briefly at her own insistence before tilting her chin towards his lightsaber, moving her mouth once more. ] And turn that off. I'm not here to fight you.

[ Rey is the picture of calm, calling on some endless well of focus as she holds Kylo in her gaze, her senses attuned to his every movement, and while he holds her expertly at bay in their mutual link, she doesn't sense a true threat, not to her life nor her physical safety. Cautious but not intimidated, she takes a few steps forward to cut the distance between them, feeling his presence in her mind grow heavier with his proximity. It isn't uncomfortable; he's simply there.

She takes a long breath and begins to speak. ]

I've heard what the Jedi way has to offer. And now I want your side of it.