That just left Poe even more confused, having fallen still himself, running over mental calculations again, how old he thought she was against how long he knew R2 had been in low-power mode, hidden away and none of it was quite adding up.

What he finally said, a little quieter, genuinely confused, the kind that started to border on concern was: "I... get the feeling I'm a lot more lost than I first thought, and I realize that this is going to make me sound like I hit my head, but what year is it? Galactic standard, not local."