[ Perhaps to her. Toph sees nothing wrong with it. In fact, she sees nothing in general. The reason for her slowness becomes quite obvious quickly. When her feet catch on a curb, or some other terribly inconvenient form of modern paving, she's able to stop and readjust instead of falling over like someone taking full strides. Though it's left her feet cold and filthy. She seems to be holding up alright in the cold.

Or at least is pretending to. ]

What do you mean, desert planet? Just a desert region? There have been wars going on for centuries, that doesn't really narrow it down. Are you... sure you're alright?

[ It's the only logical assumption, Rey must be confused. ]

I'm Toph, by the way. Nice to meet you.