Rey's opinions of attractiveness might not be worth much; she'd grown up on a planet where humans were a minority and she'd likened her "boss" to a blobfish, so physical appearances had never really mattered so much as someone's personality. That was why BB-8 was adorable, and Kylo Ren was a repulsive monster. And why Luke, despite his obvious signs of age and isolation, was among one of the better-looking people she'd ever seen, given their time spent together.

She thought over what Luke said about family, only to be taken by surprise when he claimed to have been happy that Han had met her. In her mind, meeting her had in some ways guaranteed Han's death, since he'd only been on Starkiller to rescue her. But the thought of saying as much to Luke made her feel queasy, and so she passed over it as best as she could.

"I don't... know that I gave him much of anything," she admitted softly. "Except maybe for some... direction." And considering where that direction had led him, she couldn't help that single, dry laugh that came out as she continued to avoid eye contact. "So in the end, I don't think I had the great impact on him that you seem to think I did. But if nothing else... he got to see his son one last time, so there's that."

She didn't know how she felt about that, considering what kind of monster his son had turned out to be, but... she would always assume that it was better for a parent to be reunited with his child before dying, regardless of the circumstances.