Sometimes, it's nice not to dress like you expect a whole armed battalion to come tearing down the walls of your sanctuary at any given moment. Even if trouble does come, she still has means of fending off any threats bursting into her abode.

"Ah, really?" Rey blinks, still fiddling with her hair. It feels weird, but nice, being groomed as it is. "That... might be nice, actually. Atem did a pretty good job, and I was used to cutting my own hair before."

Which should come as a surprise to literally no one, given Rey's usual sloppy trimmed mop that the kid was somehow able to work with.