"Not at all," Poe admitted, sliding out from under the X-Wing as he pried off the scorched and damaged piece of heat shielding that now mostly resembled extremely burnt toast.

"A bit of a moot point, since I still haven't found anything that could possibly replace my fuel cells," He said, wiping his brow and giving Zevran a grin. "So she won't be flying any time soon."

Elves wandering around half naked were also a little distracting, though helpful. He took the piece of heatshielding and slid it back into place - bright shining blue surrounded by matte black. Well. He could worry about the pain job later.