Rey moved through the outpost with purpose, if she didn't get to Master Plutt within the next ten minutes to serve the wine with the afternoon meal, he would be sure to punish her. She hated being punished by him. Sometimes she went without food for days, sometimes she had to wash her Master's feet for him, or if he was in a very bad mood, he would threaten to give her for the night to one of his thugs. So far, she had been lucky, his hired concubines kept them occupied. Her friend Lesti was one of those girls, and had explained to her – in far too much detail – what exactly she had to do for them to satisfy their desires. It was, frankly, not something she was ever interested in experiencing for herself, no matter how much Lesti seemed to enjoy it. Maybe it was because Lesti was a Twi'lek, and she claimed that men liked having sex with her more because of that, and that she made far more money than human girls, as well as being treated better by the men.
Stopping in the middle of the pathway, Rey felt a prickle in her mind, a sense that someone was watching her. She had felt this before, last week when she somehow stopped the wine pitcher from falling, watching in fascination as it floated in midair for a moment before making its way back to the table she had bumped with her hip, or the week before that when she had made the exact wrench she was looking for come to her hand from across the room. Turning, she found that someone was indeed looking at her, a tall man with a shock of unruly black hair and expressive brown eyes. Her eyes widening and her skin coloring with shock and embarrassment, Rey let out a small squeak and turned and started walking quickly again, letting out the breath she hadn't known she was holding in as she approached the table where Plutt's Thugs sat eating, the masks over their faces pulled aside partially so they could eat. If one of them, or Master Plutt himself, had noticed the man staring at her, they would try to hurt him. Rey didn't want anyone to be hurt just because they happened to look at her, but here in Niima Outpost, Master Plutt ruled over everything and everyone, and Rey was his favorite slave. He was quite protective of her.
One of the men, the one she thought of as Snake because he acted and looked like one, reached out and grabbed her behind, and Rey squeaked as she straightened up quickly, splashing some wine on the table in her haste to try and get away from his hands. Finishing quickly, she avoided any more groping and moved away, making her way to the kitchen area. She knew she would be tasked with doing dishes as she was with every meal, and if she was late she would be punished. Letting out a small sigh, Rey glanced up at the sky as another transport made its way into the sky above Jakku, and once more she wished she could be aboard it. She wondered about the man she had seen earlier. Surely he had come here on a transport, and she wondered where he had come from. He was handsome, and the way he had carried himself had told her that he could probably handle himself in any situation. Swatting at a bug that was circling her head, Rey let out another long sigh before putting the man out of her thoughts and heading inside to complete her nightly chores.