And I believe you, okay. I do. [One hand pressed to his chest, finally meeting her stare to try and impart a little directness-- a little weight to the conversation where she might opt to otherwise brush him off. The Lieutenants did it, Phasma did it: he's not an actor, but he grew up watching humans twisting themselves under pressure, creating pressure, cycling it all back around again. He knows how to fake it.

Probably.]

That's why I trust you with BB-8, and that's why I had your back back there. But this mission? It's huge. We're talking survival of the rebellion huge, and that-- [He taps the panel between them, instantly recoiling when it beeps like something's been pressed before recovering his own figurative footing.] means scan it again.