Poe, on the other hand, was dealing with it precisely the same way he dealt with every life-threatening and bizarre predicament he found himself in: getting through it and then dealing with it later. Maybe not the healthiest way of dealing with things, but certainly the one that kept him alive. Talking about it could wait until they were back on the ship. And hopefully until he could look at Finn without turning bright red.

Poe managed to find his boots and communicator too, turning it on just in time to catch BB's worried but relieved series of whistles and beeps on the other side.

"Yeah, sorry buddy," He replied to the droid as he pulled on his shirt. "We uh - we got held up. Don't think it's a good idea to grab any of the supplies from here, though. Probably contaminated. Can you boot up the diagnostic tools in the med supplies? Just to check."