When she slouches on the bar, Firo starts, his own posture becoming rigid with alarm as hers goes relaxed. For a moment, he thinks of taking it back and apologizing; plainly this is doing... something to her. But then she finally speaks and he shuts his mouth to listen.

When she finishes on that question, he's still quiet for a moment. The outrage he feels at hearing a friend referred to as a tool had nearly bubbled out of him when he spoke, but now his feelings are too tangled up for him to know what exactly he wants to say. He rights her glass before looking back up at her.

"Maybe they fucked up. Isn't a good thing? You still feel 'em now, so..." He shrugs.

He doesn't realize just yet the implication that Rey may have just admitted to liiiiking someone.