"You're Rey," he answers aloud, hearing her thoughts almost without effort. His blade is still lifted and he still scans for a threat, but it seems that the throne is what has truly rattled her. He has never seen it before, not that he can remember, but the galaxy is a vast place and what might hurt him would not upset another.

Whatever it is, it means something to her.

"Rey Skywalker," he continues, then slowly lowers his lightsaber, although he doesn't extinguish it yet, instead using the light to really look at the throne. He reaches one hand out, lays it on Rey's shoulder. "What is it?"