At first, Poe had been just as excited as all of them—a Jedi, a great pilot, a strong and independent girl—sure, Rey had it all. He wasn’t one to be bitter but she was so… prideful. As much as he appreciated the break from being the center of attention, he had grown tired of Rey being the primary subject of discussion around the base. He had taken to a lot more time alone than usual and his absence had gone infuriatingly unnoticed. Poe had mostly been spending his time with Finn and even he was becoming infected with the obsession. “Rey told this amazing dirty joke. No one had heard it! Not just me,” Finn mumbled in embarrassment. Poe rolled his eyes under his x-wing as he did repairs.
It wasn’t in his nature to be unkind so he’d mostly kept his irritation on the subject to himself. Now, she was even invading his peaceful time with his ship. He sighed shook his head, pausing in his work. “You know, it’s was probably from that trash rock Jakku and you all buy into that outer rim bantha fodder,” He snapped in irritation. “She’s not even that impressive—“ Poe only passingly noticed Finn clearing his throat. “She just got lucky and she definitely isn’t a better pilot than me,” He ranted slipping out from under the x-wing. His mouth fell open as he spotted the strong girl across the hangar; oh no, she’d heard.