[ Poe's smile goes from hard-edged and violent to something softer. Wild adrenaline gives way to the perfect knowledge of who and what he's prepared to die for. Who and what he knows he'll leave behind to finish the fight. ]

I mean, BB-8's pretty popular all on his own and you threw him into a wall. Killing his partner, a member of the Perimeter Guard, in a street full of civilians? [ He presses his blaster a little harder against the man's ridiculous black shirt. ] How many friends have you made here, Kylo Ren?

[ With the way Poe says the name, he might as well be saying neener neener. ]