The pain in Rey's head doesn't even register until she feels Firo touching it lightly. It's not the worst she's ever felt -- hell, at this point she hardly notices it. Rather, it's the tone in her friend's voice that hits her harder than the impact, bringing her head back up to place her chin over her arms crossed over the counter.

Casting Firo a sidelong look, she huffs and darts her eyes to the shelves in front of them. "Doesn't even matter. It shouldn't, anyway, because they're back home and not here and maybe that's just for the best."

Time to put your foot when your mouth is, don't you think, Rey?