Oh thank fuck this guy isn't looking for physical gestures and the usual niceties that come with first greetings. Already Rey had left that decontamination area expecting that she might have to snap a few necks before she could get any answers; she's still trying to ride down that edge without letting down her guard too much.

"Right," Rey says through her teeth. "Those things'd probably be better off as scraps, honestly. If they can be rewired and hacked, just means someone else can do the same. Make it worse."

Then again, the same thing could be said for Rey and her synthetic brain, herself. It's not like fake memories haven't been planted into her head to manipulate her towards a specific goal before.