"Give them water," Poe says, shuddering slightly. He can't help it. Lighthearted discussion or no, he can practically feel his lips cracking and bleeding while the sun tried to roast him through. "They'll have a hard enough time even with it, trust me."

He takes a slow sip of the tea to remind himself of where he is, who he's with. His currently assigned squadron. That thought makes him smile, though he half-expects a scabs that aren't there to tear with the motion. "You know. There's one good thing about this place." He gestures loosely between the two of them. "You. Both of you."