Rey might be trying to keep it as quiet as possible, but he can tell this is no picnic for her. No sense in arguing with her now, though. He voices his disapproval with another, stifled sigh as he sits back down. He doesn't yet reach for the wires that hook into him -- he wants to make sure she'll be all right before proceeding. The more he thinks on this idea, the less he likes it.

But hell, that goes for a lot of things lately, his memories included.

"Well? How is it?"