He's good at pretending to take things well. For the most part, he's very good at it.

"Earlier-- oh, earlier. Don't worry about it." Poe slants a smile at him, both ironic and good-humored at once. "Don't do it again, but don't worry about it."

He chafes one wrist lightly with the opposite hand, remembering the feel of oversized cuffs sealed around his forearms. "So, you'd know better than me. Which way do we go?"