Nick's got some competition since Tripod made himself at home here. Why he became so taken with Rey, she will never know, but she isn't so quick to shove him away when she goes to sit down, relocating from the floor to proper seating.

"No, can't say that's how it works." She barks out a single, quiet laugh as she leans back in the couch, Tripod taking this opportunity to occupy her lap. "And honestly, I probably wouldn't be here if there weren't any."

Rey might not be Safronov, but she's been Safronov enough to know how that side of her past self thinks. What she was doing when she was questioning those close to Rey.