Of course Poe just had to get himself captured...

It's not like he had a track record for it. But there was no doubt that he had a reputation for other aspects of himself. Honestly, Poe had not intended to be captured - as had every other captured person in existence ever. He simply...messed up a little this time.

Okay, maybe a lot; crashing his ship was not exactly a 'little' thing. He was just relieved that BD-1 was safe, having witnessed the little droid flee before being Poe was apprehended by the First Order. And so far, it had been miserable. Poe sensed a bruise developing on his cheek, with a metallic taste settled in his mouth.

He grimaced. He glanced up to discover a single guard stationed in the room where he had been placed. Oh, great...

"You know," Poe began, regretting his remarks before he was able to express them. Damn him for his inability to shut up...

"I bet you have beautiful eyes underneath that helmet."