Bringing her hand to the terminal keyboard, Rey waits while her brain recognizes the alien software.

"Could be worse. Don't know how the hell Tejinder could do this all the time." She snorts, pointing to her own temple. "That guy has a port right here that shit can just go into. Looks a lot easier."

Less painful, too -- and a lot less conspicuous. Rey wasn't supposed to know what she was for the longest time. Any obvious indicators of synthetic hardware would have easily given that secret away.

She scoffs. "Anyway, I'm fine."

Or she will be. She'll have to, for Nick.