Poe's ability to fly things that weren't meant to be flown continued to astound L3-37. She shaded her eyes with her hand as she watched him come in for a landing, backdropped by the setting Nonah sun.

"It's brilliant. You go into a shop, flash your imPort marker stamp, and people trip over themselves to recommend things for you to wear." Everyone wanted their clothes to be modeled by the planet's newest droid celebrity. Little did they know she had no use for clothes in her droid form, and would instead be wearing them as another nondescript human.

She steps off the curb and hikes up her skirt to get herself seated behind him on the motorbike, not caring that the shows a little extra leg in the process.

"Alright, hot shot. We're off."