"Yeah. She worked for the General before she even was the General. Flew with her brother, too." Hasn't he told Finn this before? Maybe not. He doesn't keep it secret, but it's also not the first thing anyone learns about him. And she'd been one of the best pilots out there, without having some kind of mystical power to back her up. He's proud of that too, always.

"'m not a sack of garbage," he mumbles as he pries himself out of his seat. Someone's turned up the gravity on this moon, he's sure of it. Well, doesn't hurt to sling an arm around Finn's shoulders and lean on him a bit, just to steady himself. Totally benign.

Stop looking at him like that, Kare. He can smell the trouble brewing, just looking at her grin. Sometimes he wonders if he'd be better off if he could just force choke people like Darth Vader and put the fear of Poe into them. (No he doesn't. Ever.)

"Showers first," he says, as they exit the mess. Showers aren't private even for commanders; it's just not efficient. And once they're there, it's a relief to get his flight suit unzipped, revealing the tight black t-shirt beneath. He leans against the wall of the locker room outside the showers to start unlacing his boots.

(You should have stopped at your room first.) BB-8 points out.

"I'll just wear a towel."