[ Somehow, the image of Kylo Ren gambling aboard the Finalizer with the stormtroopers is not one that Rey can summon, though she tries as she lowers herself into a seat at the dejarik table after some consideration of his offer. The attempt only furrows her brow, leading her to look him over with impregnable scrutiny until she can only shake her head. No, it simply won't fit.

The only reasonable explanation for his confidence dawns on her a moment later in the form of his father, and Rey feels her chest clench as her fingers dust across the table to reach for the switch and light it up, realizing that Ben Solo must have learned a long time ago at this very table. ]

You should give this ship more credit. For all it looks like a junker, it's held its own against your fleet plenty of times. [ She still calls it his fleet, the First Order, but only by reflex, and it's just as much reflex that she rallies to the defense of the Falcon rather than confirm her interest in playing with anything more than her physical presence at the table. Holograms of creatures she hardly recognizes roar to life on the table with jerky, uneven movements that speak to the table's disrepair, but it's enough for Rey to assess it with interest all the same.

She's never own anything that wasn't in disrepair. ]