He nodded, because he knew better than to ask questions about a statement like that, though mostly that was because it didn't even occur to him that her war and his -while essentially stemming from the same sequence of events- weren't the same war.

The first thing he said was: "Thank you. Not a lot of people would do this." That said, he set both the bag of supplies and the projector case down just inside the door, digging a cleaning cloth out of the supply bag, ready to wipe the smudge off of BB-8's dome, when the droid snatched the cloth with a manipulator claw and trundled over to Eirtaé with an entirely too forlorn hoot.

It was something that made Poe have to bite the inside of his cheek again to keep from laughing, though the smile was threatening to break through all the same.