"Pick up her laundry when she's busy, too," Poe says with another smile -- teasing again, yes, but there's an unmistakable note of pride there, too. He believes in the New Republic, even now, even after this, but it's General Leia Organa he trusts, wholeheartedly.
He wonders why Cassian Andor is telling him these things. He's never questioned the Intelligence arm of the Resistance -- at least not their usefulness, or their ability to get things done. He's certainly not questioning Andor's presence on this mission, much less expecting justifications. And yet, he thinks of the General, of the things she'd said to him the first time they'd met. She'd said he'd been looking for adventure, for the chance to do good in pursuit of that ... he wonders if Andor sees those same things, or if he's summarizing Poe's own dossier as explanation.
"Not just an adventure-seeking flyboy, y'know," Poe says, but there's no hint of offense taken in the way he says it. If anything, he's just -- curious. About this. About Andor. "I can do subtle." He laughs quietly after that, wondering at what point he started feeling the need to justify himself. At least he knows better than to try to argue unnoticed. The way his own missions tend to skew ... well. Poe has his own extensive network, but sometimes the downside of that is that it's hard to run into someone familiar, for better or worse.
The humor fades quickly, though. Poe pulls away from his study of Andor to stare out the viewport again, silent for several seconds. He opens his mouth to speak, then thinks better of it. Tries again, a moment later. "I vaped a planet, Captain. I think -- I think it's fair to say we've all moved a little past fair fights."
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He wonders why Cassian Andor is telling him these things. He's never questioned the Intelligence arm of the Resistance -- at least not their usefulness, or their ability to get things done. He's certainly not questioning Andor's presence on this mission, much less expecting justifications. And yet, he thinks of the General, of the things she'd said to him the first time they'd met. She'd said he'd been looking for adventure, for the chance to do good in pursuit of that ... he wonders if Andor sees those same things, or if he's summarizing Poe's own dossier as explanation.
"Not just an adventure-seeking flyboy, y'know," Poe says, but there's no hint of offense taken in the way he says it. If anything, he's just -- curious. About this. About Andor. "I can do subtle." He laughs quietly after that, wondering at what point he started feeling the need to justify himself. At least he knows better than to try to argue unnoticed. The way his own missions tend to skew ... well. Poe has his own extensive network, but sometimes the downside of that is that it's hard to run into someone familiar, for better or worse.
The humor fades quickly, though. Poe pulls away from his study of Andor to stare out the viewport again, silent for several seconds. He opens his mouth to speak, then thinks better of it. Tries again, a moment later. "I vaped a planet, Captain. I think -- I think it's fair to say we've all moved a little past fair fights."