Trying not to watch too attentively was difficult, as the stranger unbound the gauzy, breathable shroud around his face and unwound it until his entire head was bared.

She'd been right with her initial assessment of him. Pale cheeks dotted with freckles, a full, sensitive mouth, and pitch-dark hair that made his features stand out all the more in contrast. He had a strong nose and a furtive, expressive look to his dark eyes, but she couldn't help but notice the scar running prominently down his throat as well. Rey wondered who'd been responsible for the extent of the damage to his skin; she made a mental note to ask him at another time, when the question wouldn't perhaps seem as intrusive and prying.

She took the additional proffered food, nodding to him in thanks. It was to be a shared meal, then, and spontaneously as she set water on her little stove to a flash-boil she decided to throw in the orange roots along with it. They were delicious raw, but most likely just as good cooked.

"What's your name?" she asked, hoping to keep the conversation going. If he wasn't up to writing with his stylus for very long she would cease with her questions, but she hoped to at least get that out of him before he was too tired to comply.