Poe was suspicious. It was already starting to fall apart, and he wasn't even dressed yet. Speaking of, the issue was beginning to bother him, the exposure making his skin crawl. Should have never taken off his clothes in the first place. What had he been thinking?

"Okay." Okay, yeah. Suspicious was one thing, but Poe was still being reasonable. So far. He picked clothes off the floor and made to leave. "We'll do that and then we'll- we'll talk."

They could do this. Finn had to have faith that they could do this.