Touché, Valentine. Though, with Muscovy living close by, Rey can't imagine that he would have any need to sleep over. Not that that would stop him, now that she thinks about it.

Sigh. How do you do children?

Rey blinks when Nick changes the subject, as she heads towards the second bedroom, desk over her head presenting little trouble.

"No? Don't believe I have." Probably good to give her a heads up on these things, even if Rey has improved on the matter somewhat. She did meet EDI a few times without feeling inclined to punch a hole through her chassis.