Slow down. First things first. [ Rey leans into the feed, eyeing her potential customer shrewdly. ] Before I'm even able to find out if the parts to make a propulsion engine exist here, I need to know what I'm going to get in recompense.

[ i.e., let's barter. she didn't grow up on a scavenger planet and have her daily efforts doled out in quarter ration portions to just do a stranger a kind favor for nothing in return. ]