"We're going to fly in this thing."

He grabs her hand again and doesn't quite run for the gangplank, but he's definitely excited. He hasn't flown for almost a month, a month. He's never been grounded that long. The ganplank lifts closed behind them, smooth and quiet.

Poe drops into the pilot's seat and starts priming systems, hands flicking over the controls with familiarity that makes it seem as though he's flown this thing a hundred times. His mood improves with every tapped button and screen. "Get comfortable and buckle up."

He gestures to the copilot's chair.