Poe almost mentioned the shower. An acceptance formed as they dropped off the blasters. If he stepped into that room, he was going to do...something to Poe. He shouldn't. Bad idea. Look what it had already done to them. But it was the same feeling he'd gotten when he found out he'd been assigned to his first real mission as a stormtrooper. It didn't matter what he thought about it, it was just going to happen anyway.

So the smart thing to do would be to make his excuses and bolt. But like the idiot he was he'd already promised food and if things were a little cool between them now, he couldn't imagine trying to deal with the chill that'd come if he ditched the pilot here. Which meant all there was to do now was what he'd done on that mission: march forward and pray there was something left of him after.

"We've got a plan."