Her furrowed brow seemed to relax as Poe pointed out that no, there was no argument. So neither had hurt the other with words. But what could be possibly worrying the both of them so much? Finn specially, it seemed.

Poe... He was more collected than them both. That didn't ease Rey's worry regarding him, though. Poe was older, more experienced and seemed to handle his emotions better than Finn did and, even than Rey herself in some ways.

She settled back on her seat, her attention seemingly on the holovid, even though she was barely watching the figure illuminating all three of them. It was after one uncomfortable silence that she gathered the courage to speak up. Sharing her feelings was something she was most definitely not used to.

"You two are the first friends I've ever had. The best ones I could ask for." The closest to a family, since she was left in Jakku. "And I know I'm not easy to handle, I'm not used to people. I haven't lived with anyone in years." Not since she was a youngling.

"I hate to think I'm messing this up."

That had to be it, right? There was something bothering her two friends. It simply made sense.