This, too, surprises Poe, and he blinks up at Andor as the man all but tucks him into his chair. There's a lot of questions he has about his companion, and the longer he spends in his presence, the longer that list grows. "Well," he says, and grins widely, just in case Andor takes his surprise for trepidation or disapproval, "my thanks, Captain." Beyond that, the lack of functional gravity leaves the overgrown fall of Andor's hair half-hovering above his head. The effect is probably more amusing than it has any right to be.

Poe waves off the apology with a faint shake of his head quickly, though. "You're off the hook for that one; ain't like you're some future-sensing Jedi, right? Unless you are." He laughs, then carefully extracts an arm from beneath the blanket to scratch the underside of his jaw. "Been on enough of these joyrides to know you never know what's gonna happen. At least I'm not the poor sucker diving out of a headhunter at a moving ship, this time around."

He's babbling a little, and recognizes it a little later, recognizes that's his brain doing its best to casually ignore the implications of First Order assets that are once again delivering aid to New Republic personnel who call. Any sense of good humor fades as Poe stares out at the jagged edge of the overhang, the debris-strewn expanse of space beyond. "Would've wanted to fly something with some punch, if we did know. Suppose we'll be seeing more of that, now they've made their move."

More of the New Republic's people, turned or turning. People who apparently haven't learned a damn thing from the last war. It's enough to make his skin crawl -- or maybe that's just the recognition that they're all but unprotected, like this.

Cassian's question has him glancing over sharply, surprised all over again. "She's been doing this longer than we've been alive, Captain." A pause, and then Poe sighs heavily. "If the General thinks I'm not the one, then I'm not the one."