Rey almost, almost lets herself feel complimented by that. But she holds herself back, because she isn't stupid, and Qui-Gon couldn't be more obviously setting a trap if he painted a sign over it in glowing green paint. She narrows her eyes just a bit, wondering what the hell he's up to.

"I do live with some Jedi," she replies flatly, keeping up the charade for the moment. It's probably the wrong choice, but at this point she's been caught. How much worse can it get?

"I think I could pick up a few things here and there."