Sorry, man! She doesn't come from any mystical fairy land of magic missile and lightning bolts. Maybe if she bothered hanging around those losers who sit at tables with cheese puffs and Mountain Dew and pretend to be fictional characters every night--

Wait.

Rey blinks as he gives life to a set of attire by pointing an umbrella at it. She starts to say something, until she finds herself mildly insulted by that last part.

"Am not that easy to scare," she quips. "Especially am not afraid of some animated clothes, hostile or not."

Seriously, she's seen worse than this guy. Rude.