Phasma recalled the days spent in Arratu Station where people had traded entertainment for food. Though supplies had been more plentiful there than in Scyre, it had still felt almost shameful to have someone else decide your worth based on how well you could benefit them. She could imagine that wasn't too far off from how Rey had felt, having to scavenge parts in the desert to trade for basic nourishment. That was what the First Order had been supposed to bring to the galaxy. They were supposed to provide resources and opportunities to those forgotten by the Republic. And they hadn't done any of that. They'd just taken the strongest children and left the rest to fend for themselves or die in a galaxy that didn't care about them.
But she and Rey had both survived. They may have been on divergent paths, separated by the whims of fate, but they had both survived long enough to make it here. And that said something.
"I'm glad the two of you are eating well," she said, even managing half a smile. "I had heard that Hux was proficient with cooking as well. But it is usually better to leave those things to those who have some skill at it." She hadn't tried any of the food at the new year festivities, but perhaps she should have. She just wasn't much for indulgence. She could live on protein packs and water and had for ten years. But it was something that Rey seemed enthusiastic about and, lest she seemed unnecessarily rude, she may as well join her.
"Alright," she nodded and stood as well. Maybe she would pick up a new hobby as well. It wasn't as though there was anyone to train here or much fighting to be had at all. She may as well find something productive to do with herself. So she ushered 9E along behind the other droids and followed Rey towards the kitchen, more than willing to let her show her all the interesting things she had discovered.