Poe walked back to the hangar, shaking his head on the way. This people nowadays, it was impossible to keep things quiet in the Resistance base. Privacy was not a thing anymore. He didn't understand why Rey seemed so embarrassed. She was getting off, so what? It was a perfectly natural thing.

He shook his head again.

''I swear buddy, people keep getting weirder.''

The little droid beeped at him.

''Me? What do you mean by I'm the weird one?''

The droid beeped again.

''I wasn't invading her privacy. The door wasn't locked.''

BB-8 made an indignant sound. Poe huffed. He wasn't the weird one, nobody knocked in this days.

''Who was that guy anyway? He didn't seem familiar.''

BB-8 shrugged, if that was possible in a droid.

''I don't think he was a technician. You don't get arms like that by being a technician.''

Poe sighed dreamily.

''Or that hair.''

He stomped on his foot.

''Ouch! What was that for?'' he stared at him. ''I'm not into Rey's man, I have codes, thank you.''

''Though if isn't anything serious...''

BB-8 pulled out his lighter.

''Alright, alright!''

He needed to get laid, desperately.

He briefly considered returning to Rey's room to see if she and her stranger were up for one more, but decided against it. Maybe that would be a little weird.