Poe very rarely called himself the best pilot in the Resistance, but at the same time he never argued when someone else said it, though he did draw the line at 'best pilot in the galaxy', but just because he rarely said it himself didn't mean he didn't believe it. Though his personal brag was that he could fly anything, and it had so far proven true.

That only worked, however, if the ship he was in was actually flightworthy, and the borrowed A-wing was becoming increasingly less-so, between the dogfight and the solar flare and the last half-calculated jump to hyperspace, he was fairly sure it was coming apart around him, and BB-8's near-panic only added to that assuredness.

By the time she reached where he'd landed, and it was a landing as far as he was concerned, because even though the ship was wedged between two trees, it was still upright and he'd managed to get bot himself and BB-8 down and had gone back up for his emergency kit, talking to the worried droid as he did so: "I know, buddy, looked a lot softer from up top, trees usually do. But as soon as I get the chart scanner set up, we can figure out where we are, and that's the first step to figuring out how to get home, right?"

[ooc: figuring one of his pre-TFA scouting missions, just so she gets the happier, less-dented version.]