"He risked everything, but the Empire already took everything from him. Everyone thought he was a traitor for what he did, but he knew. They would find another scientist, but if he stayed and did what they waned, he could design a fault, a weakness. And I have it," she told him proudly. Of course Poe had already told her that the plans were received, that the Death Star was destroyed, but it still felt good knowing that she had something of her father's.

"I agree," she said with a quick nod before they announced that her stop was next. She stood and offered him her jacket once more. "You can give it to me when I see you again-- when we can talk a little more openly," she gave him a look. He at least knew her a little better now. They have formulated some sort of plan now. The least he can do is take her jacket.