[ Somewhere in all this — probably while they were midair — Andy has found the opportunity to dig out a cigarette and light it. The damn thing is hanging from her lips, spilling a little ash as they barely make it onto the roof. She doesn't miss a beat, unfazed either by the virtue of her long life or her complete expectation that today won't be the day that Poe's luck finally fails him. Maybe a little bit of both.

The only hint that she might be having a fun is the subtle, upward quirk of her mouth when he shoots her that grin. ]

Yeah, yeah. [ She lets that borrowed blaster rest in her lap as she lifts her hands to put her hair up, smoothing the untamed mess back from her face as she goes on: ] You're alright, I guess. [ Dryly then: ] Better hope this doesn't put the entire fucking place on high alert. If someone collects my bounty today over a bag of skewers...