Yeah, the First Order. [And just like that-- a-ha!-- he manages to land his catch, shimmying back out with both tools held fast in hand, rubbing at his hair with the other thanks to the collected dust and grit that's now adhered itself to him instead of the Falcon.] Nobody gets away from them.

[The fact that they somehow did-- twice on his end-- is practically the biggest miracle there is. Finn wipes his hands on his jacket, lets them fall into his lap while he catches his breath.] Which is even more of a reason not to go distracting her right now.