[ Poe's trying not to stare. It's easier said than done when he's pretty sure he knows exactly what she was preoccupied with, and her vague attempts at pretending otherwise aren't all that convincing. Her hand's still between her legs and she hasn't even turned away from him, let alone taken the chance to give him an easy excuse to give her the room. But that's how things go around here, right? They're stuck with having to deal with unexpected urges, as embarrassing as they might be, and sometimes that means dealing with them in ways that they wouldn't have imagined before.

Though in his case this isn't all that awkward. He's been willingly dragged off into a bunk with relative strangers before, even if that was mostly something that mostly happened before he started moving up the ranks in the New Republic Navy, when he was still young and impulsive and relatively free from responsibilities. It feels like it's been a lot longer than a decade or so, but the last several years of his life have been eventful, to say the least. But obviously not everyone's had the same experiences, or necessarily had the opportunity to have a fairly wild time as a teenager.

She looks like she might be around that age. Maybe not as shameless as he would have been at that point, though she is looking at him in a way that makes him think that he's piqued her interest. ]

Well if that's all it is.

[ He should probably feel more guilty than he does for even considering making an offer, given that she is that young and she doesn't know him at all, but it wouldn't be the first time he's made a friend over a situation like this. And what's the alternative, wandering off to leave her on her own? No, he'll leave if she wants him to, but if she wants him to stay — ]

I could work out that tension for you. If you wanted some help. I'm very good with my hands.