Poe pours himself orange juice, looking down at BB-8. The droid rolls backwards away from Jyn, whistling sadly.
"He's got grapnels. And I've got holes in the walls, but I don't really care."
He glares at their surroundings, taking a sip of his drink and reaching for a cookie. He casually bumps the plate a little closer to Jyn. "I don't remember buying this place, and I can't imagine why I did. Or how I did."
Poe's noticed, the way she favors that arm. He's also surmised that it's best not to point it out, not when she's so testy about BB-8 noting her injuries. "Don't hold scanning you against him? He worries about people."
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"He's got grapnels. And I've got holes in the walls, but I don't really care."
He glares at their surroundings, taking a sip of his drink and reaching for a cookie. He casually bumps the plate a little closer to Jyn. "I don't remember buying this place, and I can't imagine why I did. Or how I did."
Poe's noticed, the way she favors that arm. He's also surmised that it's best not to point it out, not when she's so testy about BB-8 noting her injuries. "Don't hold scanning you against him? He worries about people."