"Excuse you, I am very independent and can buy my own nachos," Rey tells him airily, lifting her chin as she plants her fists on her hips. "I just like the face you make when you watch me eat them."

She takes a hopping step towards him, only to have Matt the loud talker sidle up next to her and ask her if she wants another drink. Her mouth tightens, but she can't exactly tell him that she's in the middle of a conversation without looking crazy, so she turns to look at him.

"Very deeply taken, remember?" Rey asks him, and Matt looks vaguely chagrined. "I told you three times."

"I meant as friends," he tells her, and Rey sneaks a look at Ben. "I know you have a boyfriend, or whatever."

It's very odd to have to deal with the social dynamics of other people her age after all that she's been through. Sometimes she feels so much older than the rest of them, even as she tries to fit in.

"I'm cut off for the night. Boyfriend's coming to get me," she tells him. That feels like such a small word for what Ben is to her. Matt skulks off and Rey watches him go before turning to Ben again. "I'll be out front. Come get me before people think I'm crazy."