Rey stiffens as the woman next to her in the tram slumps against her shoulder. The touch is like a white hot burn; immediate discomfort crawling through Rey’s skin. She absolutely deplores being touched, especially by people she doesn’t know. An unfortunate, but nevertheless true, predicament from growing up on Jakku. There, being touched usually led to being assaulted, and her brain has been utterly hardwired to feel that way about physical contact from the vast majority of people. This woman is no exception, and even though it’d be considered rude to just remove her, it’s also rude to just lean on someone you don’t know so well, so she feels like the rudeness is justified. She inches her shoulder free, hands pressing the woman back against the seat as gently and unabrasively as possible.