As infuriatingly shady as Qui-Gon could be, he's never gone back on his word. It's what separates him from the underground dealers he's so frequently worked with and against. Such is the perilous life of a Jedi.

He takes a few moments to himself, hand stroking his bearded chin in thought as he analyzes the sad rock pile. He's already made his judgment—the moment the stone toppled over, in fact—but there's a certain joy in making a student sweat just a little bit. Not that he expects to faze Rey easily, but old habits die hard.

"Not bad," he concludes, "I look forward to seeing your progress."