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“Well, I was flirting.” Roslin gave a shrug, broad shoulders under their shirt that gave way to heavy mechanical arms, perfectly proportional but aesthetically surprising perhaps to the pilot as most people, at least not in Mos Espa, tended to hide their augmented work. He picked up his drink, gesturing to the bar tender to get Poe one more, since he didn’t think this was going to go much of anywhere.

“Oh, such a gentleman.” Ros smiled and carefully moved their metal arms through the sleeves of Poe’s jacket so they could zip it up. It was a little snug, but still fit. He held his arms close, as to not accidentally damage clothes that weren’t his.

Angel rolls herself out from under her X-Wing, cleaning her greased hands off on a rag. Poe is upside down when she catches a look at him, which just adds to the absurdity of the situation. She shifts her goggles away from her eyes and atop her head, biting back an amused grin at his weirdly flustered behavior. 

“Occasionally- when I’m flying, when I’m with the people I care about. When I blow a First Order base to shreds. It depends, what kinda warm feelings are we talkin’ about Commander?” She sits up with a huff, dotting the sweat off the back of her neck as she regards him properly this time. 

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Poe couldn't help but look a bit shameful as the key was offered to him. He wasn't even sure why he kept sneaking in Kaydel's place when he got overwhelmed. She was just always the first person he thought to run to and sure knocking on the door or sending a text or a call was probably a better idea than just letting himself in, but his mind was hardly logical in the moments he found himself here. Right now was no different. "Sorry, I just ... I don't have anyone else to turn to." Poe offered, taking the key and sliding it into the back pocket of his jeans, "I'd like to think you understand, but ... I guess I should emphasize how important you are to me."

“No. I did it for my family. Is that what you wanna hear?” Reeve paused, his tone was even, factual, challenging the younger man to make him care. “What does it matter? They were Empire loyalists. My brother was a scout trooper and kriffing disappeared, I haven’t seen him in decades. If my parents didn’t die by Rebel hands, then they’re probably all about this First Order business now. That’s not my business. I don’t know where any of them are, I don’t know if I even care to know them anymore. So, you found us out. Maybe not so hard since we didn’t bother to change our names. What of it?”

It took all Abby had just to bite her tongue during that briefing. She had to remind herself that this wasn't General Leia's fault; Leia hadn't been the one to decree that Abby either joined the Jedi, or gave up the Force entirely. She also wasn't the one to call for the total annihilation of her own son; that fell on her terrified colleagues, who feared that Luke Skywalker would never be found, or was dead, or was simply too old to stand up to Kylo Ren's growing power.

Which meant that the next logical step was to turn to Abby. They all knew she hadn't truly given up her power, for she never could. It was, literally and figuratively, engrained in her heart, and her skills with a lightsaber came just as naturally. In another world, she would've been proud of those skills, but during that briefing, she'd come dangerously close to spitting out, "I know I'm a shitty pilot, but couldn't you guys figure out something for me to be other than a weapon?"

Of course she hadn't said that. She'd nodded and smiled and accepted her new directive with thanks, like it was an honor that they were using her the same way Snoke had planned to use her. Now, she was expected to start training again, and take time away from her expeditions with Poe in order to ensure she was well-prepared for a battle against Kylo Ren, but she had the whole day to prepare herself for that change. So Abby returned to the landing platform where her x-wing sat, with the rest of her squadron as always, and got down under it to continue repairs as if she hadn't been called into the command center at all.