"Yes, Jakku. It's..." a faint almost bitter smile dances on her lips. "It's nowhere."

A junkyard of a planet is what Finn would say. Or call it junk. It basically was nowhere, considering very few people went there, much less would want to live there. But if the other woman knew of Jakku, then they might be from the same world.

"There are others from different planets too. Though, some haven't figured out planetary travel just yet."