[It's a silly thing for someone to say - she knows that, but she also know Poe means it, so mostly it just adds to the bright feeling trapped in her chest.]

That's nice of you. Of both of you. [Rey takes a moment to pick through the contents of Finn's plate, then takes the liberty of eating a few things off it; if there's a hiccup in Finn's logic, she doesn't bother pointing it out. Instead she simply presses her leg flush against Finn's and settles - between them, the ghost of Poe's hand at her back and then gone again.]

I don't have any idea how long we're here for. [Rey, don't talk with food in your mouth.] But the Falcon needs refitting. That should take a day, at least. --Two, maybe.