She remembered following him along here and hating every moment of it, wondering if he was waiting for her to simply give up or if he was half-hoping he'd dash his own head against the rocks so he'd never have to confront her. But now... well, this was just life for him. She understood that now. And for whatever reason, he was letting her tag along, even if she was much more lax about doggedly following his every move.

... not that she wouldn't do that now, but her intentions were obviously different. Painfully so.

She took a startled step back when Luke shoved the spear towards her, blinking at him. "Um... what am I supposed to do with that?"

After all, he couldn't just thrust his pole at Rey and expect her to know what to do with it.