[He is bold enough to correct her and, were it not something she was at least mildly prepared for, she might have allowed herself to look irritated. After all, Rey had not thought herself so bold as to do such a thing -- but Rey was not his father.

Ben was the name Han had given him. Kylo Ren was the name he took. It says to her what Han Solo thinks of the man Ben Solo had become. But the man he had become was the man that was close to her.

She does not yet know the difference -- or if there is one at all. To her, they are the same man. But they'll get into that.]

Perhaps. [There is a momentary pause, during which she consults the menu through her implant and orders a glass of house red wine.] Perhaps not. There will be no telling for some time, if there is to be telling at all.

[She is not so detached to keep it all out of her voice. Even if they were not to be blamed for leaving, some part of her still felt abandoned. To linger on it would invite questions, though--and there are other things to focus on.]

I see the family resemblance now. You have the same brow. Same nose.