I don't know. You, me, BB-8. I think we could take 'em. [ Poe smiles in a way that says he could be joking.

Maybe. Probably. Probably definitely joking.

He drums his knuckles on the table and goes back to walking around the room, apparently forgetting he's still got a drink sitting out. ] Come on. You can't tell me that no one here is planning anything.

[ He's solution-oriented, Cassian! Particularly when finding solutions means avoiding his emotions. ]