[ she lets out a disapproving sound in the back of her throat — somewhere between a scoff and a 'hey!' — as he pulls her hand down. she turns back to him, some petulance written across her features that just straight up does not like being cut off and interrupted. obviously she had a plan of her own. ]

I don't plan to explain anything. They're guards. [ she tugs her hand back so she can gesture around. ] They'll do their job, question their prisoners, and learn exactly what we did.

[ which is, at least, an interesting piece of perspective from rey: she didn't doubt the potential to get that information by other, less invasive means. she just saw an opportunity to expand her understanding and seized upon it.

perhaps she really is learning too much from him. she sighs as she adds, ]

They'll be more inclined to talk to us if they see we've helped with the chaos tonight.