Poe is, surprise, grinning. "BB-8, don't be rude."

Her reaction is better than most of the people around town. She's not immediately backpedaling or trying to avoid them. It's dumb, how much the avoidance stings. Instinct tells him he's not used to it, even though memory doesn't have anything to back instinct up.

"He's in a bad mood," Poe says, this time to Dom. "Normally he's a lot more friendly."