There's nothing dramatic about Poe's return to consciousness, at least not from his perspective. He doesn't remember going down to begin with, but then again he doesn't really remember much from the last several days -- not since Ren got his hands on him. Pain, yes. Faces, here and there, friends and worriers and snatches of conversation. The medical ward ... the barge. He was definitely in medical.

This? This is very much not, and Poe struggles upright abruptly the moment his eyes focus and he recognizes (or to be more accurate, fails to recognize) his surroundings. A ship, yes. An older model. Judging by the state of an overhead bulkhead, it's not a military vessel. There's a stack of medical supplies nearby. His shoulder aches a little, and maybe his whole body feels oddly stiff, but he's pretty sure it's a vast improvement from before.

Well. He's in one piece, and that's a pretty good start. For a moment, Poe considers the merits of wandering out to get his bearings. Ultimately, he decides to stay put, at least for the moment. It seems pretty obvious that he's been cared for during his sleep, so he's fairly certain there's nothing to be nervous about -- still, he's already curious enough to feel a tug of impatience, and so he resolves to give himself no more than an hour to gather his bearings before venturing out into the rest of the ship. With some semblance of a plan, Poe turns to checking himself over for further damage, then gently turns to ease his legs over the edge of the bunk.

Half an hour, he amends. In the moment, it feels like waiting any longer might be the death of him.