[This deepens his puzzlement. She and Rey had been close. Like sisters, and like sisters, they had fought. So at first, he only answers her question with a quizzical look of his own.]

No. I don’t either. Don’t know why I was there, or how, or for how long.

[He opens his mouth to ask if she’s all right, then closes it. Of course she isn’t. And she wouldn’t want to be told that she looks fragile.]

But it’s good to see your face... even in a place like this.

[He is weak and weary, and everything he’s ever wanted to say to her threatens to come pouring out of his mouth. But this isn’t the time or the place, and it wouldn’t be a kindness. It might never be. So he holds it back, just as he had been doing back in New Amsterdam.]

How long have they been holding you here?

[- Her hair is so much longer than it had been the last time he saw her.]