He leaned against the door and grinned at Poe's enthusiasm, shaking his head slightly. No, there would be no flying. Cleaning, yeah. Finn was scrubbing this place down himself. But no flying.

The movement of Kes' retreat caught his eye, and Finn hesitated for a moment, torn between Poe and watching the older man walk away. But he'd fought his battle for the day. No need to try and force the whole war at once, not unless he was looking for a quick and decisive defeat.

He turn though enough to call out to the man.

"Kes...thanks."