Rey raised her eyebrows - there was something about his haughty sullenness that gave her an ache in her stomach she'd prefer ignoring. "Why are you carrying that?" She asked, jutting her chin in the direction of his twig. "It won't be any good for self-defense," she elaborated without explaining. Joe told them to leave. She turned, quickly, and nodded her head at the old man once, before indicating to Draco that he should go first. No way she'd let him behind her, she may be out of space and time but she was certainly not stupid.
Back out in the hallway, Rey looked up and around, these buildings were so strange - rudimentary in a way and yet more than the huts and hovels she'd seen in her own galaxy. Goodness, a different galaxy - wonders never ceased. She then looked back to Draco, "Have you been 'Misplaced' here as well?" He had the same accent as her and what she remembered her parents having, but he certainly wasn't from Jakku or Coruscant or Naboo. Not from anywhere she'd ever heard of.