When life springs back into the bloody body, so does the muted jubilance fade as Rey expected it would.

Smug fuck.

"Apologies. Wasn't expecting a sniper rifle to fire five bullets at the same time," she retorts, knowing well that there's an absence of anger and blame in Sato's tone. But still, she can't let it get around that she can't shoot for shit.

On the plus side, at least she was lucky enough to have tried out the rifle around someone who could conveniently resurrect themselves without Hope's intervention. Small miracles.