[This is something she's been putting off, between taking her sweet time to repair among everything else that's been going on lately. During the waking hours in which she wasn't asleep, and wasn't being plagued by dreams, Rey has been doing her patrols or working on making her apartment a livable place again. And that includes fixing the damned door that Nick broke down.

[Well, it's fixed. All of those appliances and furnishings and things? Also fixed. And now as Rey stands in the middle of her old, repaired apartment, she's revisited by a feeling of emptiness about the place. It's always been there, really. It wasn't like she ever enjoyed living alone. Things just happened that way.

[Now she's here. The dreams have stopped, and she's faced with a different problem.]

Nick. It's Rey.

[That's how you start out a conversation, right? Damn, she's horrible at these things.]

So, um. Finished with the repairs on my old place. Not sure where you are right now, but I figured I could just grab my stuff from your apartment and... [You know.]

Just wanted to say thanks. For giving me a space to stay for a while.

[Rather than sleeping around trash all by herself. She can blame Nick for the door, but that was her own fault.]