"Cliff," AJ echoes, not sure she knows what Rey is talking about. She's had a significantly less than 180 view of their horizon and she knows nothing of their topography, only that she's got about a 98% chance of being fucked over one way or another. "Trees..." Those, however, she as seen. She wrinkles her face up in abject disgust, not because she's not up to the task, but because everything here is so different.

She's trying to have to decide if Rey's advice is sound or not, but that's going to take more testing.

AJ tentatively follows the shorter woman out of her make-shift nook. "What's your name?"