Poe's answering hum is solidly affirmative -- that's one way to put it, even if it ends up sounding a little like something he'd expect to come out of some wise-and-grizzled old hermit's mouth. After a moment, he supposes that's not particularly fair to Andor; it's not like age is any bar to enigmatic-sounding wisdom, and anyway that seems like just the sort of thing intel guys would be good for.
Maybe she just saves wise guys like you for the good stuff, Poe almost says. But that makes it seem like his idea of the good stuff involves assassinating people, and that's not exactly his idea of reassurance. Instead, he says "she's had the right ideas, so far." It's a relieving thought, untethered from this particular moment. What might have happened, had Andor gone into this alone? Poe might be a hell of a lot warmer for sure, but chances are good they might have lost someone who seems by all accounts to be a good agent. Easier to tell once they're back at base, but for now, he's plenty content to chalk it up to her uncanny foresight.
"A little short for it, really," Poe laughs, surprised once more by the observation. "A little too heavy to pick up. Biggest design flaw, y'know, on both accounts." The thing is, it doesn't strike Poe as particularly odd that BB-8 might be something of a known quantity around other divisions of the Resistance; Poe knows he is, and he imagines the Jakku incident did quite a bit to elevate focus on the little droid for his own sake.
But there's also the matter of BB-8's occasional self-imposed missions. Poe lifts his head, struck with a thought. "He hasn't caused you any trouble, has he?"
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Maybe she just saves wise guys like you for the good stuff, Poe almost says. But that makes it seem like his idea of the good stuff involves assassinating people, and that's not exactly his idea of reassurance. Instead, he says "she's had the right ideas, so far." It's a relieving thought, untethered from this particular moment. What might have happened, had Andor gone into this alone? Poe might be a hell of a lot warmer for sure, but chances are good they might have lost someone who seems by all accounts to be a good agent. Easier to tell once they're back at base, but for now, he's plenty content to chalk it up to her uncanny foresight.
"A little short for it, really," Poe laughs, surprised once more by the observation. "A little too heavy to pick up. Biggest design flaw, y'know, on both accounts." The thing is, it doesn't strike Poe as particularly odd that BB-8 might be something of a known quantity around other divisions of the Resistance; Poe knows he is, and he imagines the Jakku incident did quite a bit to elevate focus on the little droid for his own sake.
But there's also the matter of BB-8's occasional self-imposed missions. Poe lifts his head, struck with a thought. "He hasn't caused you any trouble, has he?"