Rather than turning her attention to Firo, Rey marches forward. Keeps her focus on the corridor before them, keen on any hint of possible obstacles that stand in their way.

Of course, nothing here poses a physical threat, but these dreams, like before, seemed to progress with a certain goal in mind. Escape has to be this one.

"Because it isn't Alcatraz," Rey comments, the old and forgotten prison a far cry from where they are now. "This is the sky prison that hangs over the synthetics' capital, Concordia. Was here before. Not as a prisoner."