Rey watched Mao's landing with interest, but not with surprise.
"As far as I know I'm human." Rey had been an orphan. She would have said she hadn't thought about the idea of nonhuman ancestry, but she had thought a lot about who had abandoned her shortly after her birth quite a bit, and hadn't come to any conclusions. Uncle Luke had never suggested she was anything other, or that he was anything other. Nor had any of the other people with--magic, or whatever you wanted to call it--that she'd ever met. But it wasn't entirely out of the realm of possibility.
She continued, "I just have a gift. Or maybe everyone has it, and I'm just one of the people who's trained to use it. It's like, smell, maybe, in that I have it all the time, but I can--sniff people with it? And I sniffed you, and sure, you have something Dark in you. But anyone can choose Darkness. It's part of being--human? people? Anyhow, it's not like you've given yourself over to Darkness, to be all dramatic about it. So it's not my concern, really, other than to well-wish you, not now. And I prefer to stretch out my hand in friendship rather than offering a fist." And she did offer her hand, palm up.