Rey doesn't really question the words 'should something happen to me', given the way things tend to go here. Nothing is permanent, it seems. Not even people, be it their presence or their behavior, can be constant. It isn't something she enjoys thinking about much, herself, but it can't be helped. Better to be prepared for anything to happen.

"Has she?" Rey takes another sip and wonders how long ago that's been. "Has she told you that what you did worked for her?"