Similarly this was not Rey's typical scene, but a party seemed like a good way of getting to see what kinds of people she's stuck with. Thus far she's mostly kept to herself, lingering in quiet corners of the city and venturing out on her own whenever it fancies her. Gathering information, though coming up short in the end.

It's lonely. She's used to it. What more, it's a hell of a lot less stressful than the weeks she had spent in the sky prison, evading capture from its synthetic inhabitants while she worked out a plan to release a few prisoners. Something which Rey never really saw herself walking away from alive, yet here she is.

Always with a drink in her hand, she's been keeping herself looking busy -- but singing and dancing is not among them. A couple times she catches a pair of eyes noticing her while she was intending to coast by unnoticed, and while she doesn't draw any more attention to herself than necessary... she is pretty sure she isn't being as inconspicuous as she had hoped.

Oh well.

It isn't until that individual kicks off a few songs that Rey ditches her previous efforts and really pays attention. That's... a kind of melody she hadn't heard in a long time. She recalls some soldiers camped out under an icy sky, singing songs like that. Who was she during those memories, though? It's not Russian, but it's something close. Once the singer has finished playing, she decides to abandon the shadows with her glass of bourbon, approaching him.

"That music... What was it?" Rey asks, her tones flat and robotic when she speaks despite attempting a conversational start.