For half a second, Ren doesn't follow her thought process. It doesn't occur to him that he used the wrong words until her words sink in. He turns to face her, watching her intently while considering his response. He could claim to be a Jedi, but he wasn't. For a moment he's just standing there staring at her a little too close.

"No one did anything to me beyond stranding me in this place." And healing his wounds. He reaches a hand briefly to his side, checking again just to be sure, but it still comes away clear. His clothes are wet but not with blood. "I was injured. Someone cleaned my wounds. I have no memory of that or being moved, and no way of telling how many days have passed or how far we traveled to get here." Maybe he should have mentioned that he felt weaker, that his connection to the force was cut down to barely a sliver but that would be an admittance of weakness that could have nothing to do with the rest of the clues available to them.

"I can force my way into their minds if they refuse to cooperate with more traditional methods of questioning."