[poe manages a smile, at least he was picked up by a friendly group of travelers and not someone with the sense of hospitality of the first order. lucky. lucky that he'd been in range of someone capable of picking up his distress beacon in the first place.]
I wouldn't mind some caf.
[not that he's going to be able to sleep anyway, so it won't hurt anything. as long as the medic will let him have it. kalonia might not have.]
[very, very far from home. he's not sure how he's going to get back. if it's even possible. or if he does, what will be waiting for him. poe glances at his flight helmet, at the starbird on it, then back at bb-8, and bites his lip.
he will get back. he has to.]
Sounds good.
[he levers himself out of the cockpit with only slight gingerness--he did just get out of the medbay after all. bb-8 closes it behind him and then triggers the lift to let itself out.]
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I wouldn't mind some caf.
[not that he's going to be able to sleep anyway, so it won't hurt anything. as long as the medic will let him have it. kalonia might not have.]
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Come on then. [ he slides down the ladder, and looks back up towards the cockpit with a grin. ] Galley it is.
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he will get back. he has to.]
Sounds good.
[he levers himself out of the cockpit with only slight gingerness--he did just get out of the medbay after all. bb-8 closes it behind him and then triggers the lift to let itself out.]