Rey is in the process of downing another one of her shots when Firo speaks.

And then, she chokes. The bourbon halfway down her throat before she's coughing it back up and into her hand she's clapped over her mouth.

Only her eyes turn towards him, her other hand going for a cloth from behind the counter to dry her hands and face with. "No no no no, it's nothing like that," she explains as she finishes cleaning the liquor off her, then throwing the towel back down over the counter. "It's-- It's personal, sorry. Don't worry about it."

Honestly, Rey should know better by now than to keep saying stupid things.