Don't get too comfortable with the development, Atem. Rey isn't making a habit out of acknowledging the existence of those around her -- or being conscious, for that matter.

"Mm," she mumbles, not moving but thinking. "Been to some places that used to be like that. Never bothered having any pets around, personally."

Given her lifestyle (and how long she lived between her lives), it was better that way. Not having something to depend on her to survive.