She knows, logically, that they aren't on Jakku, but watching that water swirl down the drain she still can't help calculating in her head how many weeks she could have survived on it. It's something she does every time she takes a bath, not something unique to this situation. The first time she'd used the fresher on the Falcon and water had poured out instead of sonic waves she'd nearly jumped out for fear that she was wasting all the potable water on the ship.

Moving to wrap her arms around his waist from behind Rey leans against Ben's back, pressing a kiss to his spine.

"We should get some of that soap that makes foam over the top of the water."