"It gets repetitive." Which was painfully ironic, given how they kept accusing him of living according to someone else's constraints.

"It's what I grew up with, and everyone around me. We got given designations that are as close to unique as you're going to get while staying efficient. there's four hundred and sixty-eight thousand different ways to put a designation together, and that's just with three digits. I never met another 622 out there." It was probably easy to see he'd been frustrated by this part in particular.

And apparently he'd said all that with pink fuzz on his lips. He licked it off, instinctively turning to follow Poe's eyes--oh. "This is BB-8?"