Would help knowing what the hell that's supposed to be.

[See, this is just what she lets herself put up with.

[Rey pipes up for a moment and blinks. Her mouth tightens.] Yes, it's a thing. Not for me, but it's a thing. [Then, before he can ask about that:] It's... the twenty-first. This month.

[Whatever, he probably isn't even going to remember this conversation, anyway.]