It takes him a minute to figure out what in the galaxy he's talking about. Long seconds where he doesn't do much more than trace Poe's face and neck, avoiding any helpful tubes or bandages, while he sorts that statement out.

Ah, right. The one person in the universe that might give Poe a run for his money in dragging Finn into dangerous situations- no, that wasn't right. For walking into them and having Finn, of his own free will, charge in after. In all honestly, Rey was winning that competition. For all the insane things he'd done with Poe, he had yet to face off against a Sith Lord in a lightsaber battle with him.

But while she was the logical choice, rather than any fancy speech or declaration of love, his mouth jumped ahead before his brain to seek confirmation, the surprise that she was being brought up now, of all times, obvious.

"Rey?"