Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately), Rey doesn't know anything about the lamp system yet, so she hasn't been forced to deal with it. Yet.

And Rey is in a dark grey version of her usual outfit, a tunic and leggings with gauzy fabric over both, her hair down and falling to her shoulders. And Ezra's far better dressed than Luke had been, but it had been painfully obvious he hadn't expected company. Ever.

Rey's own Omen, a porg, eyes the lothcat apprehensively.

"It must be strange to see me. Only not me, a different me," she said, smiling back.