He's different than they've seen him before. Energized. Not restless. Arms crossed and eyes bright, Poe watches them both with the urgent patience of a commander waiting for his troops to fall in. He doesn't tell them to hurry up. He's not a spy, but he's not an idiot. The change in his demeanor is probably enough of a signal that something is up without him saying anything more.
BB-8, on the other hand, sits near the entrance to the kitchen, wriggling in place, head dome tilting first one way, then another, like a kid swinging their feet.
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He's different than they've seen him before. Energized. Not restless. Arms crossed and eyes bright, Poe watches them both with the urgent patience of a commander waiting for his troops to fall in. He doesn't tell them to hurry up. He's not a spy, but he's not an idiot. The change in his demeanor is probably enough of a signal that something is up without him saying anything more.
BB-8, on the other hand, sits near the entrance to the kitchen, wriggling in place, head dome tilting first one way, then another, like a kid swinging their feet.