[ Andy, for her part, is also looking at Poe — and there's no mask to disguise the annoyed stare she's giving him. Us, he says, like there even is an us — then the big guy in the mask calls her Poe's partner, and she has half a mind just to turn around and storm back up the ramp. Instead, she just pointedly picks up her pace, putting herself in front of Poe instead of beside him, as if that small distance between them would somehow detract from the point that they've somehow inadvertently become a team.
Either way, this is a terrible idea. There's no room for compassionate decision-making on missions like this, not with Imperial troops breathing down their back — but of course, with his recklessly good nature, Poe's already volunteered them to stay and wait. Like that doesn't exponentially increase the risk — without any guaranteed pay off. It is bad business. And if Andy were a less sentimental creature, she'd turn around and fuck off before things go south.
But she's a verified idiot, and despite her frustration, she doesn't stop putting one foot in front of the other. There will be words later — Poe can bet on it — but for now, she's in this with him, whatever her better judgement says. ]
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Either way, this is a terrible idea. There's no room for compassionate decision-making on missions like this, not with Imperial troops breathing down their back — but of course, with his recklessly good nature, Poe's already volunteered them to stay and wait. Like that doesn't exponentially increase the risk — without any guaranteed pay off. It is bad business. And if Andy were a less sentimental creature, she'd turn around and fuck off before things go south.
But she's a verified idiot, and despite her frustration, she doesn't stop putting one foot in front of the other. There will be words later — Poe can bet on it — but for now, she's in this with him, whatever her better judgement says. ]