[Rey doesn't even bother with a sendoff. She just hangs up and continues her tasks like normal.
[Though it's not really normal, is it?
[No.
[She isn't working anymore when Oscar enters the Speakeasy. Instead, Rey is helping herself to her own wares at the bar, crouched over a barstool with a glass of bourbon in hand. She's easy to spot, being right there, so she doesn't turn to hail Oscar over or anything. He's a smart robot. He has eyes, or visual sensors, or whatever.]
[action]
[Though it's not really normal, is it?
[No.
[She isn't working anymore when Oscar enters the Speakeasy. Instead, Rey is helping herself to her own wares at the bar, crouched over a barstool with a glass of bourbon in hand. She's easy to spot, being right there, so she doesn't turn to hail Oscar over or anything. He's a smart robot. He has eyes, or visual sensors, or whatever.]