( Rey's bottom lip buckles as she tries to reign in her emotions, rubbing away a rogue tear from her cheek before a wet laugh escapes her as the tension leaves and she believes the woman is telling the truth now that her head is clearing. ) That sounds like a very Han Solo thing to do.

I'm sorry for getting worked up, even before arriving at the hotel things have been rough and it just came to a spearhead.

( Rubbing her hand on her pants, she extends her hand to the woman. ) I'm Rey, by the way, and I'll help you find Chewie.