Since arriving here, she's made a point in becoming as self-sufficient as possible. This is no different. She glances between Firo and her bundle, and huffs. "A lack of trust in our hosts is what's up."

Rey can't tell whether or not he lives here, but that's neither here nor there to her. In the end, she's showing no prejudice towards sharing the wealth.

Plus she'd like to get rid of all this extra food before it starts to go bad. Rotten meat in her apartment is hardly a welcoming fragrance to come home to.

"You want any?" Rey asks after a pause. "Have plenty more where this came from."