The instant Qui-Gon replies, Rey realizes she's said too much. Because he actually seems sincere, and that's even harder to deal with than when he's being cryptic. At least cryptic she's used to. Cryptic she can respond to. She doesn't know how to handle this.

Maintaining eye contact leaves her feeling too vulnerable, so she breaks it, looking down and away and any other direction than at the Jedi while she tries to figure out what to say.

"It isn't exactly easy living with Jedi, you know," she starts, frustration still obvious in her voice but with much less anger.

"You do these things so easily—children do them—and I can't. Everyone can do more, everyone knows more. And you all just... take it for granted." She pauses, swallowing a lump in her throat.

"At least I can hit Kylo when he makes me feel like a fool."