Old world gallantry wasn't something Rey was used to. She looked at him for a moment, a stray lock of hair plastered across her forehead though she didn't bother to push it away. Then, because there seemed to be no other acceptable answer, she took the garment and draped it around her shoulders. It was thick and dry on the inside, and she didn't realize until that moment how chilly her skin had become.
"Thank you," she said, and she truly meant it. She scootched over a bit on the small stone wall she sat on, making room for him. "I haven't seen much of you. I know why I'm out here. What's your reason?"