His best wasn't good enough. He wants to remind her of that, but she doesn't give him the chance, and he can't help but think that's intentional. Because then she's moving on, giving him something to focus on. Doing exactly what he needs her to in order to pull himself together.

Poe straightens, gratitude for General Organa's existence making his heart ache with that painful sort of pride. "Yes ma'am. Bee?"

The droid knows his job. He chirrups, reporting the locations of the cameras in the room to the both of them. Poe's still not sure whether or not the people monitoring those cameras can understand the droid, but at least the General knows now that they're being watched. He raises an eyebrow. "Those signs in the windows aren't just for show."