Rey and Finn play Dejarik while Chewie cleans his crossbow nearby.
"What was it like in the First Order?" she asks.
"There was a lot of fear. Our superiors were brutal and, well… the chips in our brains; they cause a lot of pain when we go against protocol, but I could resist it and do what I wanted as long as nobody saw. Nobody ever found out about it. They'd never send me on a mission if they knew… and I'd never been able to escape."
Rey looks at the Dejarik board and turns it off. Finn looks puzzled at Rey - why did she do that?
"Was it also like that during your childhood?" she asks.
Finn shrugs.
"Kind of. I don't remember having a family, and I didn't have many friends. It was all the same ever since I can recall. I wasn't very happy," admits Finn. "What about you? What's childhood like for a Jedi?"
"I never met my mother," says Rey, "but my father raised me to be a Jedi like him. I didn't like training to become a Jedi… and I don't like training now."
"Why?"
"It's boring. Always the same exercises… always the same teachings, but I remember when Han and Chewie came visiting us on Yavin 4. They used to tell me all sorts of espionage stories," Rey looks fondly at Chewbacca, "you'd be surprised at how good Chewie is at sneaking about."
Chewie growls merrily.
"But you must have liked something," says Rey.
"Yeah," Finn chuckles. "I like marksmanship. I was the best in several units, actually. I once even shot three moving targets with my back turned to them."
Chewie waves his hand in skepticism.
"Aw come on, that's impossible. Besides, stormtroopers aren't known for their aiming," she laughs.
"But it's true! I had lucky shots all the time."
"Then maybe there's more to you than meets the eye," she says, playing with her hair.
"Maybe," he laughs. "We'll see after this mission is done."