[He can't prop an arm under his head as he watches (wounds too fresh, exhaustion still written across his expression) but the sentiment's there, anyway. Finn watches, still entirely transfixed by the flickering images, yawning only once or twice tops when the medical cocktail they've got him on tries to put him under yet again. Instead he picks up the unopened packet he'd been toying with, holding it out to BB-8 to let the little guy do what he does best: open food containers.] Okay, new mission, BB-8: if I'm stuck in here for the next couple of weeks, we're gonna need a lot more vids.

...and if some of those happen to be Poe Dameron's, you won't hear me complaining.