"He doesn't say it," Rey replies a little dubiously, looking away again. Maybe that's their problem, they're both just waiting for the other to say something out loud even though they know each other's minds. At his question she looks around again, thoughtfully, before shaking her head.

"I think I expected more First Order, polished metal. The volcano does make sense, though." Maybe more sense than any First Order touches would, even if that had been his life before coming to this place. It wasn't a part of him, not the way the dirty panels and old wiring of the Falcon was a part of her.