Rey, on the other hand, is much less pleased. She isn't sure if Qui-Gon could tell—he probably could, knowing him—why the rock fell, that she didn't let go of it intentionally. She simply couldn't hold onto it. Rey's going to blame lack of concentration due to being watched by a certain nosy old Jedi. A nosy Jedi who's made himself an excellent outlet for her frustration.

"I knew there'd be a catch," she snaps, turning her irritated frown from the rock pile to Qui-Gon. She folds her arms, tilting her chin up proudly. She knows what you're up to, old man! Probably.

"Progress reports. In exchange for not telling Obi-Wan. Is that it?"