"I'm fine." He's not, not really, but he's physically fine. And he's forever underplaying what that night did to him, anyway. "What's a little torture among friends, right? But doesn't even look like I'm wounded anymore. They said something about tiny droids in my blood?"

He read his file. He knows what it said, even if he doesn't really believe it. But he'd watched the cut on his face heal over way faster than it should.

He wouldn't even have a scar, unlike the Poe that had been here before.