He straightens, feeling as battered as he did right after it happened, the tingle of nerve damage prickling in his palms, arms, neck, legs. "Better than I was a minute ago, that's for damn sure."

Poe tries to make it a joke. He gets about half way to humor. Not even Black Squadron knows what happened to him on the Finalizer, though he's pretty sure at least some of them have guessed.

This time it's his turn to touch her face lightly, brush her hair back again. "So, now that we've both lied about being okay."

Back to business. Back to why they're here in the first place. It's better than dwelling on what can't be changed. "What didn't you want to say in front of the cameras?"