He settled down before her, on her level, and he didn't pry, and that relaxed Rey's shoulders—on the other hand, though, it also told her that something was very desperately wrong. Keith ought to have been bickering with her. The lack of animosity made her wary enough to listen with rapt attention, and she watched his hand extend with just enough hesitation to straighten her back before she took it.

"What is it?" It looked familiar enough, comparable to tech that she'd seen in her own universe, and that was relatively comforting. But the design was different than anything she'd used, just similar enough for her to discern its function: data storage of some kind. Rey turned it over in her palm, then reached into her torn and dirtied uniform to pull out the long magitek pendant she wore because of the ease with which she could tuck it away.