Poe looks up from his own book, where cheery Miss Mapperlee had just asked her droid Saflower to analyze the shoe prints left under a window by the dastardly thief. "...what?"

It takes a moment for his brain to even catch up why this is confusing. Actually, no, he's still not sure what the point of confusion is. "...well, you sure don't want people fraternizing on duty, right?"