Sure, okay. Rey can take a hint, if that was one. She veers towards a rack of hanging towels, the strange fluffy fabric alien to the touch. Still, she pulls one absentmindedly and starts ruffling it over her soaked hair.

"It really isn't," she says as she finishes up drying her hair. Thank god it's short and low maintenance. "Because it isn't real."

This much she learned from her little 'swim'.