It wouldn't be impossible to keep something like Rey asleep. She had been left that way for years at a time, before she would be inevitably woken up with new memories and a new life and, ultimately, a new mission.

But she gets where Nick is coming from, too. What he's trying to do. She can respect that, even, because it's what she would do in his place.

After a moment of consideration, she sits upright, bringing her hand over the top of her head. With her other, she slowly reaches out and takes his. It may look a lot like her father's, but she tries not to think about that so much.

She knows how this scene was supposed to play out. How she was supposed to hurt him, split his skull in two. Nick doesn't deserve that, though. He doesn't deserve any of this.

Choking back on her words, she can't think of a coherent response. So, instead, she just reaches out, takes his offered hand, and helps to pull herself back onto her feet as well.

"All right," she says once she's upright, more to herself than anything else. "All right. Let's get out of here."

The door is right there. At least this one doesn't have to be kicked down. It'll open just fine.