He really wasn't going to let this go, was he? Finn could snap at him maybe, make him back off, but that wouldn't be right. He didn't really want to, anyway. Instead, he shrugged. "I mean she isn't here and we aren't dying. Lots of differences.

"Let's grab some bacta before it gets any worse, General." That was meant to be another deflection as he tugged on Poe's good arm, leading them in the general direction of the medical supplies and further away from the party.

But it wasn't even good enough for Finn. He didn't want Poe to end up hurt over secret-keeping. It wasn't fair. "Why do you care so much, anyway?"