Even if it's taken her some time and effort, Rey is still trying to settle on this strange and alien concept of teamwork. Judging from some of her past selves, she knows that she is capable of such a thing. She has been charged with the lives of soldiers and civilians and followed orders down to the letter (until she didn't). But things are different now, hard as it is to believe. And the one who's made certain of that is sitting beside her.

Rey leans forward, carefully tweaking with the metal connecting to the synthetic skin of Nick's arm. It's a simple enough job, but she doesn't want to hurry and cause any more glitches than the synth suffers as it is.

"I should have enough parts left to take care of the cooling problem, if that's your biggest concern. There were already some issues with it before, albeit minor ones... but taking care of that should be easy. I think."

Such confidence.