Look, when you are used to flying interstellar spaceships while being shot at, you can come and tell me if you prefer crash landings or fireballs. [ He says wryly to Apollo.
Bean gives him the location and Poe nods. ]
Got it. I think I know the one. They’ve got a good flat roof.
[ The banter might come easy, but his heart isn’t totally in it. His worry is firmly situated elsewhere. So while he’d usually use this opportunity to show off, right now he’s just trying to make the best time he can. ]
[ Apollo could say something else about crash landings or fireballs - maybe humorously point out that other options are available - but he can tell this isn't the minute. So he simply smiles and holds his tongue. Because there are times and places for banter and this isn't either, he can tell as much. ]
I suppose this town has probably seen weirder things than a flying RV, [ He observes after a moment. ]
[ Poe mentions spaceships being fired upon, and Bean goes eerily quiet. Not that he was saying much before, but his expression turns pained somewhat, thinking of the pilots he and his friends sent to die in the battles against the Buggers. They sacrificed so many lives, especially in that last battle. Lives like Poe's, apparently. It puts some things into perspective for Bean, certainly. ]
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Bean gives him the location and Poe nods. ]
Got it. I think I know the one. They’ve got a good flat roof.
[ The banter might come easy, but his heart isn’t totally in it. His worry is firmly situated elsewhere. So while he’d usually use this opportunity to show off, right now he’s just trying to make the best time he can. ]
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I suppose this town has probably seen weirder things than a flying RV, [ He observes after a moment. ]
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