"Good. I won't be going anywhere for a while."

He can't see his clothes on the floor from where he is, but he can only imagine the state of them. He almost asks Poe to hang them up, but shrugs it off. He hadn't destroyed everything this time. No need to go worrying about the future. He could always steal some of the pilot's, judging by how well the jacket fit. Though the question of why Poe bothered with clothing at all seemed like a good one right then, given the view he was currently enjoying. Muscles and skin and...more than a few bruises Finn was content to gaze at.

"But it might be time to get some food in you."

The plan was in tatters, but he could still accomplish the last of the three major goals. Shower and things were done, now it was time to make sure Poe didn't pass out from lack of nutrition thanks to those things.