"Hey yourself. If you're Mao, I'm looking for you." Rey's body language, by contrast, was neutral: she was holding her staff, but in a leaning-on-it kind of way, not an I'm-about-to-knock-you-upside-the-head way. Her off hand was open and empty, and she was smiling. "Nice music you've got there. I saw in the forums that you said you came dancing out here, so I thought I'd check it out."
She wasn't reaching for Mao with the Force, but her senses were open; if he was some kind of not-human person, or a demon, she ought to be able to tell something about it just passively. Of course he might be shielding himself, or whatever was different about him might not be evident to her senses. Nothing was certain. But she could also get a sense, if he wasn't shielded, of whether he was truly dark or just, as he seemed initially, a bit childish, or childlike.