Rey nodded looking equally wary, overwhelmed in a manner. Rey had only lived in one place, but it was there she’d learned how quickly she needed to adapt, and she’d do the same here too. “What made you pick this place?” She wondered, if it was part of adapting to the world. She supposed it was a venue to eat and drink; given those around their table were sipping from cups, or snacking as they sat, but it wasn't like the strange curious vibe at Maz's. “It smells amazing.” Warm, enticing smells of foods and drinks she’d never encountered before.
She didn’t have any credits yet though, but perhaps she’d come back when she did.
Rey shifted her bag into her lap, nervous, uncertain what to say. “There seems to be a lot of people here from our galaxy.” She noted, huffing out a breath. “Han Solo, Leia- ..their children are here too.”