Jaw clenched, Rey flexes her white-knuckled fists, as if wringing out the tension she had been building up to come into this place swinging if she had to. She might be physically capable, but she isn't so stupid to not stop and think over how acting reckless would do more harm than good.

"An enemy," is all Rey says with a hiss on her tongue. She briefly touches the spot in her ribs where she can still feel the narrowed metal ripping into her body by IV's strength. The pain that erupted after, stealing her consciousness. "That's it."

If he doesn't know her, then Rey can just count him fortunate.