"Right." She nodded, and would classify the Falcon as a Warthog too. Ugly, but tough. Fast too, though she couldn't recall if the Warthog was fast or not.
"That's Bee-bee-eight," Rey confirmed, kneeling to pat the little droid on his head. "He's a newer model astromech. He actually belongs to someone else in our dreams, and he'll be very excited when he starts dreaming of him. Though I suppose you could say he's turned into a shared unit. I did rescue him from some scavengers who wanted to turn him into spare parts."