You're lying. [A child could see it, with how quick she is to turn her attention away from him, even ignoring the glimpse he spied in her thoughts before he tore her from that backwater planet to bring her here.] You've nowhere to run, and nothing to gain from prolonging your suffering.

[She can't hope to escape: the halls are littered with stormtroopers - the entire planet a tribute to the First Order's might - even should she stave off his attempts to delve into her mind, she stands no chance of returning to the world she once called home. Perhaps she's yet to come to that realization.

Perhaps she needs his assistance.] They won't come for you, your friends.

Better to abandon that false hope now, and take what I offer instead.