The wary look in Rey's eyes should communicate well enough that she's not entirely convinced. Qui-Gon is... well, she has a hard time reading him at the best of times, and more often than not he's an inscrutable wall. On rare occasion, like now, a layer of secrecy get sloughed off—or at least she thinks it does‐but that does little to help when he seems to have spent the majority of his life crafting a thousand more layers of mystery underneath. He does appear to be speaking more honestly now, which she appreciates, but she still has no desire to embarrass herself, especially when she never even requested this lesson. Not from Qui-Gon, anyway. And he clearly knows she was lying about getting help, so why—

Oh. Maybe that's why he's so insistent. If he knows she's gotten lessons, he can probably figure out who's been giving them. Suddenly, Rey's much more annoyed that he let that whole topic slide. Is he trying to pull her away from getting Kylo's help... without ever mentioning Kylo?

"Maybe," Rey replies simply, narrowing her eyes in a calculating stare.

"Promise me you won't tell Obi-Wan, and I'll try it."