"Kylo Ren," he replies.

For all his aura of vague, directionless menace, Kylo does at least seem to know better than to stalk any closer. He watches her size him up, then gestures to the bed she's perched on.

"And I thought that was my bed."

Not that it really matters. There are three others, and Kylo can just as easily take any one of them. Mostly, he's just curious. Will she surrender it or hold her ground?