[Rey doesn't dance. She wouldn't have the first clue how to, and since it's doesn't look like a thing that could've ever earned her food, clothing or shelter, she doesn't see much point in learning how. Doesn't really look at that fun, either. Everyone just looks like they're seizing...or copulating. Which is uncomfortable to watch, to say the least, so she spends a lot of time deliberately not watching and focusing solely on the food. Which is fine with her, since to her everything that isn't flat protein portions and tasteless bread is exotic and new and amazing.
She's very out of practice with being social, though that was admittedly by her own choice rather than something inflicted on her by circumstance, to live and struggle and survive alone rather than trust another person with her life and livelihood. But these are different circumstances, and it may be to her benefit to actually try and make friends. Somewhere around her fifth plateful of food she's actually starting to feel full, and can nibble and savor the cut fruit a piece at a time, rather than shoveling forkful after forkful into her mouth. Since now seems as good a time as any to try and strike up a conversation, she wanders around and tries to find people who have the same uncertain and awkward posture and expression she knows is mirrored by her own face and body language.]
Rey || SW:TFA
[Rey doesn't dance. She wouldn't have the first clue how to, and since it's doesn't look like a thing that could've ever earned her food, clothing or shelter, she doesn't see much point in learning how. Doesn't really look at that fun, either. Everyone just looks like they're seizing...or copulating. Which is uncomfortable to watch, to say the least, so she spends a lot of time deliberately not watching and focusing solely on the food. Which is fine with her, since to her everything that isn't flat protein portions and tasteless bread is exotic and new and amazing.
She's very out of practice with being social, though that was admittedly by her own choice rather than something inflicted on her by circumstance, to live and struggle and survive alone rather than trust another person with her life and livelihood. But these are different circumstances, and it may be to her benefit to actually try and make friends. Somewhere around her fifth plateful of food she's actually starting to feel full, and can nibble and savor the cut fruit a piece at a time, rather than shoveling forkful after forkful into her mouth. Since now seems as good a time as any to try and strike up a conversation, she wanders around and tries to find people who have the same uncertain and awkward posture and expression she knows is mirrored by her own face and body language.]
Hello. Are you new here as well?