"That's probably true," she admits, shivering as she thinks back to their battle over that ship in the desert. That had been one of the worst moments of her life, thinking she had killed Chewie.

Ben continues speaking, and Rey pulls back to look at him, brow furrowed, until she raises one at him.

"It'd come from dynamite, probably," she says flatly, but her lips curl into a small smile that lingers for a few moments before going a bit more serious as she reaches up to sweep his wet hair back from his face. She actually had meant some sort of actual explosive, but she doesn't want Ben to worry about her. "I don't plan on ever pushing myself that far again, Ben."