[Scoff.] Sure. At least.

[Rey doesn't sound too convinced that it was the only option, though. There had to have been something, even in a place like this...]

I can't just sit around at home, though. Gregory had installed this function that let me find her and the other synthetics like her. It's... messed up right now, for some reason.

[Trauma might have something to do with it? Hell if she wants to admit that, to Nick or at all to herself.]