[ Rey's progress stops the moment they're inside, and Poe was expecting that. When would she have had the chance to see anything like this? She never made it to the likes of Hosnian Prime, or really anyplace in the Core Worlds where civilization meant more than a collection of run down huts and scrapyards. The Resistance ran on increasingly remote locations, in cramped, dingy spaces or what amounted to little more than glorified campsites. This city is a far cry from that, and it's maybe most evident in these residences, where everything is almost impossibly clean and comfortable and luxurious. Poe's not exactly used to it himself.

He settles a hand on her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze before sliding his fingers down to her elbow instead, insistently tugging her along with him into the spacious main room as the door clicks shut behind them. The place might be close to pristine, but as far as he's concerned the more scuffing up it gets, the better. ]

For now. I know, it's pretty ridiculous.

[ It's distinctly lacking in the kind of personal touch that would come along with someone who's really making an effort to turn it into a home. Poe doesn't have much in the way of personal belongings, the only immediate sign that anyone lives here at all is the fact that there are clothes tossed over the back of the couch that stretches out across the room and a few computer parts that have been clearly unceremoniously ripped from displays somewhere. And if she looks across the open space to the kitchen she'll see that a couple of coffee mugs have been left out on the counter.

Poe doesn't like it here. And he doesn't plan on staying any longer than he has to. ]

So exactly what did you run into before me? I didn't take you for someone who wanted to smell like sweetcake.