She looks genuinely confused by the situation, sticking her head out into the room again and looking around.

"This is your domain?" as a contrast Rey is in familiar arm wraps and tunic, her hair pulled up and away from her face in three buns. Sometimes she matches her domain and is wreathed in flowers and flowing fabrics, but since today had been an escape to her days fiddling with technology she was dressed how she spent most of her life.

She feels very out of place at the edge of this burning domain, staring at Ronan who was somehow beautiful and terrible at the same time.

"I don't know how this happened. This was a linen closet."