[Rey does wish, and she falls in step with Nott easily, like she's more than used to walking beside someone smaller than her, with perhaps a shorter stride.

Or, you know, a little droid who rolls everywhere. Maybe that too.

There's also something vaguely protective in the way she keeps her eyes forward, on the people passing by who may look too closely or too long at Nott, and every now and then she lengthens her own stride, falls back a step or two, or just fusses with her cloak to make it spread out and then settle again.

She'd noticed that Nott hadn't seemed to be too fond of people paying close attention to her, that's all. It's not a big stretch for Rey to deflect it where she can.]

Booze? [The offer seems to catch her off guard, but the surprise is quickly replaced by a wry grin as she reaches for the flask.] Not often, honestly. The planet I'm from is somewhere you had to trade for your food and water and there wasn't much of either, so I never bothered with anything else. This is lovely, by the way.

[The etchings, delicate curls of flowers in the metal, and she looks at them closer as she unstoppers the top and then takes a quick, somewhat small sip out of a sense of solidarity and not wanting to turn down a clear gift.

Only then she makes a face, stops abruptly to put her hand over her mouth to muffle her coughing fit as she passes the flask back.]

Stars, what is in there?