[As they move unnoticed, a ball of anxiety forms in Rey's stomach. She doesn't like this one bit. It's too easy, too clean. There's no way it isn't a trap because even if the slavers were stupid, they cared enough about their property to keep it from running away. Anakin could have made it in and out alone, with or without his Jedi powers. But Rey feels as if she's bumbling around, making as much noise as humanely possible. By the time they get close to the exit, she's already breathing heavily, one arm partly wrapped around her middle as if she's holding herself together.

How could they have gotten this far without running into anybody?

His question snaps her out of her broody thoughts, and she eyes the weapon for a moment before shrugging.]

I beat a Knight of Ren once in a duel with it. [A beat.] After he'd taken a bowcaster shot and had already dueled someone with more experience than me. [Another beat.] I'll just stick with my staff.