Dom looks up at Poe, then back at the—BB-8? Then back at Poe again. He doesn't look like he's pulling her leg with regard to his companion's mood. Might as well take him at his word.
"He reminds me of my friend Alexa," she blurts out, wondering why that is even as she says it. It's maddening, because all she can remember is the fact of that friend's existence—not what she looks like, or even how they know each other. An echo of a voice, maybe. None of which explains why the little spheroid is making her think of her friend. "Something about the. Uh. Sass, I guess." She smiles, sheepishly. "Anyway, sorry for bumping into you," she says to BB-8, figuring it's only polite. "Wasn't watching where I was going."
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"He reminds me of my friend Alexa," she blurts out, wondering why that is even as she says it. It's maddening, because all she can remember is the fact of that friend's existence—not what she looks like, or even how they know each other. An echo of a voice, maybe. None of which explains why the little spheroid is making her think of her friend. "Something about the. Uh. Sass, I guess." She smiles, sheepishly. "Anyway, sorry for bumping into you," she says to BB-8, figuring it's only polite. "Wasn't watching where I was going."