Having sensed someone approaching several minutes ago, Tripod is abrupt to make himself scarce. The second Rey looks back down to look for the cat, it's gone.

That happens sometimes; she doesn't question it. It's not like she's ever owned any pets before to recognize what's normal behavior or what they're trying to communicate. Maybe the animal finally wisened up and sought companionship with someone more appropriate than a wandering defect.

Unlikely, but she can throw a few guesses.

Rey's thoughts are forced back into the present when she finds herself retreating a few steps away from the bath of an absentmindedly moving cart and the girl pushing it. She just stares at first -- eyes, underlined by dark rings, darting from the cart of food to the teenager introducing herself.

If nothing else, Ami doesn't act like someone who already knows Rey. Not yet, anyway.

Her gaze holds another moment, mute as she just takes another cautious step back, more defensive than aggressive for now.

"Ah, thanks...? Name's Rey," she chokes out, awkward both in her delivery and robotic cadence. "You work in here?"

At any rate, she'd probably trust a kid's cooking over a robot's.