[ Rey reaches for his arm — the movement is slow, lest she catch him off guard while he's retreating into himself like this, but nonetheless deliberate and focused. Steady. She squeezes his upper arm. It's a quiet gesture. She speaks as she does it so that her mollycoddling doesn't draw too much attention to itself. ]

We don't need an answer right now. He will not turn to open aggression immediately. I'm sure of that. [ Surer now after their game. And because Ben had just insisted Thrawn had everything he needed to act, she pushes forth, ] I know him pretty well.

[ This admission hurts. She knows him because their connection had been genuine and intimate. She had lost that. Admitting it means admitting she had failed because she is a lonely and desperate person, but … Ben already knows this. So she doesn't flinch away from the truth. ]

If we trust in the Force, an opportunity to measure his mental defenses will present itself. [ This is her solution to not knowing how to ascertain them subtly — yet. 'Trust the Force.' She's very good at being patient, once she sets aside her own impulsive instincts and resigns herself to doing so. ]