[ Poe knows there's a lot of the story he hadn't gotten -- as talkative as BB-8 can be, the things that he feels are pertinent and those Poe does can differ quite a bit. It's obvious they're fond of one another. He wonders, vaguely, if he should feel jealous of that quickly-formed bond, realizes a moment later that he can't think of any good reason to be. If anything, he's glad there's someone else on board he knows he can trust to keep an eye on the other.

Lucky, really. ]

Glad to hear it -- well, assuming the situation's, uh, normal. Look like you're doing all right, at least.

[ His grin goes a little crooked when she touches him. Takes it as a good sign, and holds for a moment before he shakes his head faintly at his own sense of trepidation and hauls her in for a proper hug, warmth and comfortable pressure, reassurance in a truly familiar face. His chin fits comfortably against the base of Rey's neck, and he breathes in deeply, exhaling with a quiet hum of satisfaction. ]

Good to see you too, sunshine. Worried about you a little.