She moves before she understands what she's responding to, the shot ringing out at the same time she throws herself down to the ground, making a smaller target, and rolling toward what cover she can find. She crouched behind a tree, senses alert, lightsaber ignited the instant she's upright enough to do so. She listened, trying to still her mind and her breathing, and reached out with the Force to see if she could touch the mind or at least the Force signature of the person who hunted her.

A sudden wave of familiarity made her gasp and forget herself for a moment, forget that she's supposed to be silent.

"... Poe?"

It's almost a whisper, unbidden, unintentional. It can't be. She had to be wrong.

Heart pounding in her chest in spite of her attempts to will it to stillness, she called out again.

"I'm going to stand up. Don't shoot; I just want to talk."

That familiar sense is still there, but there's something off. Her mind was playing tricks on her, perhaps, but she's not certain enough to rush in with nothing but her will and her lightsaber and fight the familiar stranger without trying peace first.