She's right. The fact that she's right settles like another new weight across his shoulders. He's been looking at this place like turbulence, a temporary problem to be quickly resolved so he can get back to the real fight.

They might be stuck here. They might be stuck here for a while. Crashing through the front doors of the hospital and punching the nearest doctor, however appealing, isn't the way to fight this.

He almost says I don't like being controlled, but isn't that what she just said they're doing? Manipulating him. Poe drags a hand through his hair, helpless and helplessly frustrated.

"Can't I punch one doctor? Just a little punch?" He's joking. Mostly. He's mostly joking.