[ Oh, ice.

Ice planets suck.

That electric edge is back in his Poe's smile, the one his peers would recognize as Poe with a clear shot to his target. ] Good. Great.

[ He chews the corner of his lip, catches a but between his teeth, winces. ] Their mistake.

[ If it comes to violence (it always comes to violence, Poe, it always--) they'll at least have people who are used to it.

What kind of universe is it, he thinks bleakly, where that's become a good thing.

Another pat on Cassian's shoulder. ] Not tonight though. Tonight we drink, and hope your friend doesn't try to kill my friend.