He winces when she hits her head. Not so much at the sound as just the thought of it. Friend is hurt. That hurts Firo. "Rey. Cut it out."

He taps his fingertips against her forehead, then tries to coax her face up.

It slowly occurs to him that some of the stuff she's saying is awfully specific. While he knows few people from her world, he wonders if nailing down just who this person is will help talk her out of the thought that that person should hate her. "...Who's this, exactly?"