The sooner they can put the Colosseum behind them and, essentially, this whole damn week, the better, as far as Rey is concerned. She's more than aware that she had given Rage a good snack on her own, but it's better that than willingly participating and knocking others out into vulnerable states. Because if it were her, and she was with the Null, she would aim to attack while their enemies are too stupid and distracted to fight; weakened by their severed unity and their mental and emotional impairments.

She starts sticking her hands into the deep pockets of her pants, before drawing out the ridiculous rubber bird that she had entered the party with. She makes a soured look at it.

"Don't know who was worse -- the gods, or the fucking window lickers who played along," she mutters, not as quick to agree with Nick. It could have been worse. Maybe next time, it will be.