Rey exhaled, feeling a weight lift from her shoulders as the sand concealed the two lightsabers.

It was done, now. And now… she didn't know.

But with the pressure of the war off her, she finally had time to think and decide.

"There's been no one for so long," a voice said, and Rey looked around.

The speaker was an old woman, standing curiously next to a pack animal, and looking between her and the domes of the old Lars homestead.

"Who are you?" the woman went on.

"Rey," Rey introduced herself.

"Rey who?" the woman asked.

Rey blinked.

"What, is it the law now that people have to have more than one name in this galaxy?" she asked. "I'm – not even mad, really, I'm just confused. I know people with only one name. The Supreme Leader of the First Order for most of its existence had only one name. When someone tells you one name, do you just assume they must have another name?"

"Excuse me?" the woman replied. "I'm trying to be polite!"

"You're not," Rey countered. "I gave you my name and you asked for more, like it couldn't be a correct answer without more bits glued on to it. What about if I was someone who had a second name but didn't like to share it, huh?"

That was probably true, actually, now she thought about it… she'd known about her parentage for such a short amount of time that she kept forgetting it.

"What if someone wasn't sure if they were going to share the name until they were asked?" the woman said, in riposte. "I'm interested in hearing more, that's what's going on, you don't need to snap at me about it!"

"...don't I?" Rey asked. "I also know, or knew, people whose survival during some part of their life hinged entirely on people not knowing their full names. I knew at least one person where finding out who he was descended from literally drove him evil-"

She stopped talking for a moment, as another thought struck her. "...you aren't a bounty hunter, are you?"

"I beg your pardon?" the lady said, sounding deeply offended.

"This is Tatooine," Rey pointed out. "Known industries – bounty hunting, gun running, smuggling, gambling, the service sectors supporting all the people who do those things, and farming. And the farming requires you to literally pull moisture out of the air. I think it's a reasonable assumption, especially since you're so insistent on getting my full identity."

"How rude," the woman muttered. "I'm a drug dealer, thank you very much. We're a valuable part of the social fabric as well!"

She sniffed. "I was wondering if you were a Lars, actually, since they had connections in the Spice trade."

Rey thought about it for about ten seconds.

"Yeah, I might see if I can hook you up with someone," she said. "Pretty sure Maz is still trying to rebuild her network, and Chewie's going to be looking for a job as well…"

AN:

You can't just assume a surname is necessary.