Picking up her bowl, Rey pauses as she considers Firo's question.

"Sure. Like a mercenary." In a way, she sort of was, so while it's no truth it's also no lie, either. It's just not the same type of 'mercenary' that Firo probably has in mind.

With that said, she goes for another crude round of drinking her soup. The manners this woman has are equal to that of a goddamned caveman.

Fortunately the horrid display is brief, and before Rey even sets her bowl back down she glances to Firo over the brim.

"So, what about you? What'd you do?" She figures they've discussed her long enough.