"Clothes." Rey echoes his response slowly, all raised eyebrows and incredulous tones - as if her question was any less weird than his unhelpful answer.

She can't judge though, she's just as clueless as he is, and all at the same time she can distinctly remember both the comfort and practicality of her current get up, and throwing on a pair of shorts and a t shirt before rushing out of her front door in the morning. It's got to be the accident that's muddling everything up.

She sweeps a hand down her front, smoothing over bunched up material, then gestures vaguely at her food piles. It's an invitation, of sorts. As close to one as she'll give, anyway.

"How long have you been in town?"