Head slanting and an eye squinting, Rey just gaps at Firo, flummoxed by his resilience regarding the subject matter. "That doesn't make any sense, but -- sure, whatever you say."

Even where she's from, humans can't do what she does. And the ones who could survive such things were too far removed from their humanity that they became something else entirely.

With a sharp exhale, she goes to grab the neck of the bottle for another shot until her vision starts spinning, and she brings her hand over her face instead. After a moment, her shoulders just slump.

"Fine. And stop worrying about how I'm not doing anything for myself. Seems I've been nothing but self-serving these days."

Knowing Rey, of course, she does not reflect on this like it's necessarily a great milestone.