Rey had her gaze turned downward as she ran down the sidewalk, fists clenched on either side of her form, focus briefly focused upon the dog at her side. "Can you keep you? Going to fall behind?" She teased and the retriever barked at her. Whether it was due to her words or not, the canine's speed increased, and she laughed to herself. There was a push to increase her speed in tandem so she could keep up.
By now, both she and Pilot were well familiar with the new path she took for the morning jog. Moving the Falcon had initially thrown Pilot off, since they had a very established routine, but they were more or less both on the new one by this point. Camp Half Blood was closer to town than her initial landing spot for the Falcon, but far enough out that she could touch down without issue. And being closer to Leo gave her some comfort. She didn't feel as though she needed to worry quite as much.
Coming to a slow down as they approached the camp, she stopped to press her sweat covered palms to her knee caps, catching her breath. When she looked up, she happened to notice the newest camp member. Will? Will. Her head turned just slightly, observing.
"Pie," she said, glancing down to her dog, before nudging her head towards the loading dock of the Falcon. Without another word, the dog ran off to board the ship and likely try to find Finn. Rey, on the other hand, let her gaze linger ahead at the young boy.
"You are a healer?" It almost sounded like a statement, as she stood fully, hands moving to rest in the pockets of the slacks she swore.