Poe grins at her. It's been fascinating to watch the game as she slowly started to shoot rings around her opponent, and Poe can't help being impressed. Both with her skill, and with the smoothness of the con.

He's not, unlike Kenzi's mark, an idiot. (The guy might be perfectly intelligent, but Poe never underestimates a woman, particularly not one who looks as non-threatening as Kenzi.)

"He's under the table."

BB-8 rolls out next to Kenzi's foot and beeps a greeting.