"Fuck me," AJ snarls. Her mind races ahead and also in little circles; maybe the basement of the Technicians' Box is not the only place under their control. But... Rey's mentioned that she's been on Security of all duties, which means that if the Tranquility was some Technician-run relic, they've been putting people like this scarred woman in charge.

The clone feels uneasy all over again, and though she's trying to hide it, her blade comes up a little again, a wary reminder that she doesn't think this woman is her friend. "Before that, where'd you come from? You come from... from a small place? Barriers everywhere? Couldn't get out? Stuck with assholes getting in trouble?" Ring any bells? Maybe? Just her? Maybe just her, but AJ wants to know if in some circuitous way, Rey and some of these other assholes were coughed up by the Technicians, too.