Maybe she is. She'd spent the last four years living with her brother, that it feels weird to have a whole place to herself. Most of the time it was because she couldn't be trusted to be left to her own devices; Rey was as much of a danger to herself as she was to others. But something recently just snapped, like a flip of a switch.

No, it's not desperation. Loneliness, perhaps? Hell if she's going to admit that.

"Hope left it. It's really just stupid and useless. Don't know what he was thinking." Rey would never trust herself with another living thing, let alone something as pathetic as a fish.

She may or may not be changing the subject, either, as she sets the basket aside on the table while Firo checks to see what he's got. Her eyes wander at the spartan appearance of the place; not much different than her own.