How BB-8 had ended up on Jakku was something that Rey still wasn't entirely clear on. He'd been looking for his master, and apparently Poe Dameron had been on Jakku on a mission of some sort before the First Order had intervened. Why Jakku, Rey didn't know. But maybe it was just the Force's way of telling her that she really did have a part in this story after all.

Of course, she wasn't vain enough to think that she could be the Luke Skywalker of a new generation. She didn't know what her place was, but so long as Luke was willing to help her find it, she'd be okay. She was always okay.

But then, Luke was claiming that she was more than okay and would have ended up that way even without that sort of intervention. There was a little wave of excitement that moved over her at the praise, but she managed to tamp down the worst of it, only looking quietly pleased rather than outright preening.

"Considering where I'd spent most of my life, I'm surprised I was found at all." Shifting a little, Rey sat a little more comfortably, looking at Luke curiously. "So... we'd be able to communicate that way from long distances, then? And eventually I could work my way up towards full visual projections?"