The thought of being repaired like an X-wing is perversely amusing. Poe hauls himself back to his feet, stubborn to a fault, before he accepts the water. He takes a swig and dribbles a little more over his face before offering it back to Nyx. "Thanks. I'm all right. It would've taken too much time. Whoever was screaming might still be out here."
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The thought of being repaired like an X-wing is perversely amusing. Poe hauls himself back to his feet, stubborn to a fault, before he accepts the water. He takes a swig and dribbles a little more over his face before offering it back to Nyx. "Thanks. I'm all right. It would've taken too much time. Whoever was screaming might still be out here."