"Yeah, I'm fine." Sore, but that was nothing compared to things he'd gone through before. Finn had dragged him out of a torture chambered. It was kind of hard to imagine complaining about being sore after that. His cheeks were still hot, and he wet his lips, pausing as if going to say something, but then seemingly thought better of it and gave Finn a hearty pat on his shoulder.

"BB-8's probably frying his circuits, worrying about us," He said, shifting with a grunt as he looked around to grab his clothes. Pants, first. Where was his underwear? Who knew. He wasn't going to go looking too hard. He just started sliding them on as-is.