"Yeah. Seen 'em take out people wearing power armor, too." His eyes follow Rey as she heads for her room, her gait as unsteady as his; he sighs, wishing she'd rest. He'll survive. "Not—"

There's a pause where he ignores that prompt a second time.

"Not, uh... something you want to mess with. I know what I said about taking it easy, but they're bad news. More than people realize, even back home. I had to help."