It does, actually, and Rey is really rather touched that he'd even ask for her advice when he'd been at the helm of this ship for long enough to know exactly what it's capable of. But she had spent enough time on this graveyard of a planet to know its weather patterns and nasty little surprises alike, so any chance she can take to help, the better.

She might not be behind the controls, but she can offer her expertise nonetheless, and she is absolutely certain that with sudden gusts of wind a regular occurrence, the sand that makes up the dunes and ridges could shift at any given time, which might lead to total disaster for the Falcon and her crew.

The flat plain was always going to be the safest option, and easier to unload upon, too.

Once they've landed and begun to settle, she relaxes a bit more, relishing this moment to take some time to steady whatever nerves were still flaring at the thought of being right back where she'd never wanted to return to. The quicker the job is done, the quicker they can leave.

And never, ever return.