Different worlds? That's... not the kind of thing Rey's known the synthetics to be capable of. The GRIGORI Program made damned sure to cut off any spacefaring endeavors over fifty years ago, not that people really knew that. Rey tenses, her shoulders squared and jaw tightens as she eyes the man warily.

"So the name 'IV'... wouldn't mean a thing to you? To anyone?" Because being worlds away from that psycho bitch has got to be the best case scenario Rey has never dreamed about.