Rey actually hadn't heard about eating the leftover bits from autopsies. But she'd known real hunger as a child, and was quite practical about food. If that was what it took to survive, and he wasn't killing people to do it, well, it might not be great but it was better than some of the other options.
Her hand in Mao's was human and alive. Rey squeezed Mao's hand firmly, but not beyond the human norm, and warmly. "Good. I like making new friends. This town is strange sometimes, but some of it is a good kind of strange."
The sound of the music piping from Mao's earphones caught Rey's attention again. "Friend Mao, will you dance with me?"