She still couldn't see him clearly from this distance. Couldn't meet his eyes. Couldn't have her suspicions confirmed or dismissed as the delusions of a mind that has felt too much grief in too short a time. There's no reason at all for her to do as he says, and every reason to get out of there or at least face him with everything the Force allowed her, weapons and all.

But he's not here to kill her, else he would have never revealed himself or allowed her this much time to speak. And she still has the advantage of being able to recover her weapons easily enough if he tries anything she doesn't want to allow. Cautiously, she sets her lightsaber down and then follows suit with her blaster, confident that she can grab one or the other via the Force if this goes a way she doesn't like. Centering herself with a deep breath and trying to keep the tremble out of her voice, she calls back again, showing her empty hands.

"Rey. My name's Rey; don't you remember?"