"Oh." Rey tilts her head a little, looking down at the cane the other woman is leaning on. Disabilities weren't common on Jakku. Well, many people lost limbs or digits doing what they had to to survive, but they didnt last very long afterwards. Sand had a way with destroying delicate machinery, and all the prosthetics she has seen up till now have been heavy gimpy things that weigh their owners down more than lifts them up. Rey herself had nearly died from dehydration once when she had badly sprained her ankle after a long fall during one of her scavenges. It immediately makes her respect this person more.

"Do you need help?" She asks awkwardly, leaping down from the tree. The fruit laden fabric bounces, a bit of cherry juice darkening her tunic.