He can't help the smile that touches his lips at her acknowledgment, the way she echoes his words. Jacen, not the Force. He's been agonizing about his identity for quite sometime now — who he is, what it truly means to be a Jedi — but for as nondescript as Jacen, not the Force is, it strangely feels... fitting.

"Yes, I'm hearing your voice from a rock. A blue one." He tries to recall if he knows a Jedi apprentice by the name of Rey, but nobody comes to mind. "And yes, I'm a Jedi." He pauses, not sure what else he should or shouldn't say, but something in the Force seems to tell him that it's okay, that he can trust her. "I was apprenticed to my uncle, Luke Skywalker. My full name is Jacen Solo." Maybe his name will ring any bells. He hopes.