Finn looks good when he does it, Poe notes idly. It's the enthusiasm, that he's not afraid to show it.

He lingers in the cockpit a little longer, then sets the auto pilot and follows Finn back. Technically, leave doesn't start until they deliver the supplies, but it's easy going to that point. "Nah. Just supplies for the base. Food, power cells, medical restocks, that kind of thing."

He heads for the galley to grab a sticky nut pastry off one of the dessert trays. "So now it's time to relax."