Rey - a person, it was as good as any definition she or anyone else had attempted to put on her. Impulsively Rey reached for the rocks, following the sound of a voice that was in retrospect absolutely far too awkwardly spoken to belong to the Force. Nudging a few rough, gray rocks aside Rey's hand fell on a smooth blue stone, brushing her thumb over it for a moment before carefully picking it up.

"Jacen, not the Force," echoing his previous assessment of her end of things she nodded again for no one. "Not a Jedi yet - I'm trying to be but," she frowned and rose back to her feet, trying not to dwell too much on how she was talking to a rock. "I found where your voice was coming from. Am I in a rock for you too? A blue one?" A pause and then - "are you a Jedi?"