She takes his tone and odd look as judgment and bristles in self-consciousness. It can't be that easy to tell she's a scavenger, can it? And anyway, she's not one anymore. Now she's -- well, lost, mostly. She keeps thinking this is an odd dream and she'll wake up outside Master Skywalker's hut on Ahch-To.

Until then, though, she's just going to go along with it, judgy berry pickers and all.

"Jakku. You?"

She says the name of her home a touch defensively, already preparing for him to wrinkle his nose in distaste at the very idea.