[ Since the migration over the city of the flying monsters — creatures that remind Rey briefly of vworkkas from Jakku, except with longer wingspans — she heeds the call of the Perimeter Guard to rush to the aid of any citizens falling prey to attack. Skywalker's lightsaber comes in handy for defense, in such cases; at least she's getting some practice using it, she thinks, instead of letting it sit idly clipped to her belt.

But what are simply a few sparse, minor swooping attacks by curious and hungry creatures becomes more dangerous as the migration continues, and close to the tenth day cycle following their appearance an alert is raised as a swarm of them begin diving from the sky into the inhabited portion of the city. In particular, toward a small gathering of people exposed out in the open. She bolts toward them at breakneck speed, her lightsaber already drawn and flashing blue. There are screams and scattered panic as teeth and claws materialize from the sky. ]

— Get down!

[ Food has always drawn her in, in this place. There's a variety of it from different lands and worlds, and she's lived for so long on the same measly freeze-dried Imperial rations that Rey finds she has quite a taste for virtually anything that even has a taste.

At this particular bazaar she delights to find such exotic foods from her own galaxy, even if it's from the Outer Rim, and not anything she would have found on Jakku. There's Tatooine delicacies like sand gizzars and Tusken black melon, Corellian buckwheat noodles with rancor sauce, and even the extremely-rare Alderaanian starblossom fruit — the latter of which is tart and juicy on her tongue, and she goes back for several more servings.

She's going to be hard pressed to share that particular treat. ]