Finn nods, glad they have that much in common with what he's used to. "Form up on the nearest ship if we get stranded. Got it." Makes sense to him; medkits and rations aside, ships are more likely to have working comms gear to call for evac.

That's the second time Poe's mentioned an A-wing. "You have one of those before you got an X-wing? Or do you just know everything that has wings?" Probably a little of both, he predicts.

Poe's leaning is getting worse, though, so Finn quickly finishes his plate. "All right, Poe, we better get going before you fall asleep at the table. Catch the rest of you later?" He hopes they'll say yes. They seem friendly enough, and they're clearly very fond of their Leader.