"You figure that's how it'd be, huh?" Poe laughs with a sense of genuine amusement, despite the niggling sense of being a sitting hutt out here like this. His attention turns, again and again, out the viewport. Like he's expecting to see the glow of ion engines coming into view at any moment. Like he'd be able to do anything about it now, if they did. "Tell you what, buddy; next time I see the right side of a few credits, maybe we'll see."
It's an empty bluff -- Poe's terrible at sabacc, terrible at anything, really, that requires deception. He's pretty sure Andor would wipe the floor with him, but it's a nice thought, anyway.
His attention finds Andor once more, as he maneuvers himself out of his seat, gently propelling himself across the cabin. It's a little interesting, how natural he looks like that, like he was born to it -- Poe's learned how to be functional in zero gee over the years, but never felt particularly confident about it. He finds himself wondering if it's something he learned before he joined up, but doubts he'll ever ask.
Mostly, it reassures Poe a little to think that Andor's done this before, and he turns his attention back out the viewport while his companion works in relative silence. That's the part he's not terribly fond of, really -- quiet is one thing, but silence? Usually, it marks the passing of something terrible.
He glances back, catching a glimpse of the blankets in Andor's arms as he returns toward the small pilot's cabin, and makes a face. "Wish I'd have known we were gonna be taking an unscheduled rest stop," Poe calls over the back of his chair. "Would've dressed for it."
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It's an empty bluff -- Poe's terrible at sabacc, terrible at anything, really, that requires deception. He's pretty sure Andor would wipe the floor with him, but it's a nice thought, anyway.
His attention finds Andor once more, as he maneuvers himself out of his seat, gently propelling himself across the cabin. It's a little interesting, how natural he looks like that, like he was born to it -- Poe's learned how to be functional in zero gee over the years, but never felt particularly confident about it. He finds himself wondering if it's something he learned before he joined up, but doubts he'll ever ask.
Mostly, it reassures Poe a little to think that Andor's done this before, and he turns his attention back out the viewport while his companion works in relative silence. That's the part he's not terribly fond of, really -- quiet is one thing, but silence? Usually, it marks the passing of something terrible.
He glances back, catching a glimpse of the blankets in Andor's arms as he returns toward the small pilot's cabin, and makes a face. "Wish I'd have known we were gonna be taking an unscheduled rest stop," Poe calls over the back of his chair. "Would've dressed for it."