The fact about plants actually made him relax a little. An oxygen generator couldn't have worked this long without help (so he assumed), but if the thing was creating its own little ecosystem, then there was that much less of a chance other beings had been on board recently.

The last thing he expected was the smell. That taste in the air. Was it the plants putting off that scent? Living in Star Destroyers for most of his life kinda got him acquainted with life in space but this sweet scent wasn't part of it. It smelled good, so maybe it was the plants. A type of fruit or something.

But Finn's list of plant-based food items was rather short. "Do you recognize that?" he asked quietly, a part of him not wanting to disturb the quiet, and looked to Poe's back. In these lights, the pilot seemed to glow, every angle of him in sharp contrast against the dull walls of the ship. He'd already forgotten what he'd asked, caught up in staring at the line of Poe's neck.

Then he blinked hard and shook his head. Daydream on base, he told himself. Not on missions.