She looks up again immediately after his question, clearly surprised. That's much closer to the truth than she suspected he understood, which has... different implications for all of his questions. Rey's not entirely ready to explore those implications, at least not without more information, but she can't help the handful of sharp, bright twinkles that reflect off the cloak.

"I don't," she says, though it doesn't feel quite like the right answer to his question, so she elaborates.

"I just—I know where I fit. What I am. I have pride in that, I do, but." But a scavenger's pride isn't worth all that much, isn't it? Rey swallows, and her eyes dart away from his.

"I know what I'm not. Liking something doesn't change that."