She blinked, a little surprised that he offered his age (or an approximation) and also realizing that, oh... he wasn't twice her age. Another few years, and it would be closer to three times her age. That was... something of a staggering difference, but again, she had no social preconceptions of just how appropriate or inappropriate such a thing could really be.

Rey didn't like that non-answer of his, nor the way he seemed to be nearing some sort of panic or hysteria or something equally undesirable, given the subject matter. But she couldn't take back what she'd said, and neither of them could un-dream what they'd dreamed. If part of that dream had been Luke's, then it was probably better to address it, even if it would result in her being forced to give Leia a very stilted version of why she hadn't brought her brother back.

"Being older than me doesn't mean you can see the future," she told him dryly, trying to bring a little levity to the conversation. After all, if he was going to laugh, she'd rather it be because of humor than because he was losing it.

"And that wasn't an answer."