He was floating in and out of conciousness, but Finn's voice pierced through the haze, and despite himself, Poe found a small smile floating to his lips as he leaned back to look up into Finn's face.

"Oh, hey," he said, his voice weirdly soft. "Look'it you. Lookin'... looking good. Looking tough..." He was wavering again, his sight getting blurry, and he tried blinking it away.

"We win?" He was having a hard time remembering, right now. He should be able to remember. He should.