Getting rusty is the last thing Rey has to worry about here. "Will do. Sooner the better, honestly." Or perhaps when there isn't such a sense of impending doom on the horizon. Just a hunch.

She nods, taking a seat at the table with her own bowl, and then blinking when it appears that Firo is now gawking. Rey has gotten different sorts of reactions when revealing her former profession, typically a lack of surprise given her temperament and bearing. She is hardly nurse material, that's for damned sure.

"Back home?" Rey blinks again at his answer. "Where's that, if you don't mind saying?"