"It just might," Rey responded, turning towards him as he slipped into Toydarian. She caught a few of the words, having dealt with some of them while scavenging (and honestly she learned a lot of languages from the old computers she'd pulled out of wrecks and brought into her AT-AT house).
So she got the gist of it even if she couldn't make the words herself and nodded, "So do you think this one will be a.." She searched her memory for the ugliest airplane she could think of, and the prettiest, "A Warthog, or a Spitfire?"
She always though the Spitfire was a pretty little plane, and had always wanted to fly one.
Something beeped and chirped, and BB-8 rolled around from the other side of the fuselage.