After weighing the pros and cons, finally Rey decides to help herself to the samples handed out by the myriad vendors. What's free is free, right? Just as long as she makes sure she knows what she's eating first, everything will be fine.

Or that's what she assumes when she feels that itch in the side of her face like she's being watched. Her senses ping in the direction where it's coming from, only to find a weirdo starts talking to her.

Oh goddammit, not this again.

"No," she says flatly. "Just no."