BB-8 straightened, arc-welder flipping out and on just briefly, something that made Poe smile all over again, though he mostly managed to hide it behind a sip of tea, nodding solemnly a moment later, "I appreciate it all the same, who knows what kind of trouble we might have run into."

He set the cup of tea down to go retrieve the projector, popping it easily open to set it on the table, thumbing it on and smiling at the small starfield that all but erupted around them, "And this way maybe you can at least help figure out where we are in relation to where we were and where we were going."