Oh good, she's not going to have to try and figure out how to communicate via interpretive dancing. It's Rey's lucky day.

Her eyes shift to the pistol in her hand, before darting back to the woman. She arches a brow. "Seriously. If you were in any danger, would not even need this."

She'd just rather keep the pistol in working condition if she can help it. But no one needs to be aware of that. If anything, the firearm is just a handy backup tool that does wonders in a pinch. Also it doesn't risk getting unsuspecting passersby and allies burnt to a crisp.