Well, great, now he felt stupid on top of everything else. Look, he was right here, and fine. Poe felt heat rising up the back of his neck and cleared his throat.

Damn it. How did Finn still manage to just - throw everything right into the wind, for him?

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, I just - felt like I was a bit of a dick, so - Look, you said you were waiting for someone, right? Well I've been here for a few hours and know basically everyone here, so - I can help you find whoever you're looking for, or you- you can come and hang out with me until--" He felt a little queasy. God. Poor TROOPER. Could he actually do that, to the man?

"Just - It's fine, you didn't have to leave."