His pistol, he says. Rey almost laughs, but she just withdraws the maser and gives it a once-over. It's been a while, but she recognizes some of the dents and dings that it had sported the last time she had seen the weapon. It isn't random happenstance, after all.

"Actually, am pretty sure that this belongs to a woman named Faye Elms." She tilts it, getting a look at how many charges were left in the current mazzy. About half left. "Never did get around to returning it. Not like she ever asked."

There were other, more effective weapons that Rey could have taken while down in that underground military base. But she had held onto this maser for a time. Because it was Faye's.

Now it just seems stupid to get sentimental. Suppose it can't be helped.