It's hard not to fight that immediate instinct to take on the first poor soul that makes themselves known. Then Rey casts a glance over her shoulder -- it's just a kid. And it'd probably look bad if she tried to take a swing at a teenager. She could hear her brother berate her for even thinking that now and grimaces.

She then pauses when he belts out her name, though. It isn't the first time Rey has been recognized by someone she doesn't quite remember, but which version of her past selves could he have known?

This time, she turns towards him, expression forced neutral. Any concern of the robot is quickly forgotten.

"Depends on who's asking. Is it just 'Rey' you know? No last name?"

Or is it one of her past selves? She gets those memories mixed up sometimes. While she might be wearing Schuyler's dogtags around her neck, it's not... really her, at the end of the day. Just someone else's identity that she had slipped on and conveniently wore for a time.