Rey's shoulders hunch in equal parts embarrassment and dismay. Does he really not get it? She thought he'd understand, but clearly having so many fine things himself has made it impossible for him to realize why others aren't suited to them. Rey could kick herself for even bringing it up in the first place.

"Just... me," she replies, obviously exasperated. She looks down at the robe again, which is now twinkling much less brightly, and shakes her head.

"Forget it. It isn't important."