[She's nodding along, the lines of her expression slowly flattening her smile as she listens to Poe - not that it really does much to cut the incandescent glow in her face, the all but literal low key vibration under her skin -, but there's at least an attempt to temper her expectations.
Kind of.
Finn speaks and her hand finds his shoulder without looking.]
Eat your breakfast, Finn. When are either of you on duty next?
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Kind of.
Finn speaks and her hand finds his shoulder without looking.]
Eat your breakfast, Finn. When are either of you on duty next?