Rey is by nature wary of anyone who offers her their help. Before she met Finn, the last people who had offered their help had stolen a space ship that would have been worth a profound amount of rations after helping her fix it up for months. She's been burned, badly. Still, there isn't much for Korrin to gain here by offering which briefly makes Rey wonder why she's offering at all. Letting out a breath Rey shifts a little, tilting her head back so she can look up at the tall horned woman.

"You know anything about installing locks in doors? I've honestly never worked with anything this old before." Or well, the lock was new. Something she'd purchased while in Orlais. But the technology? Old.