He fell in line beside 622, noting the stony expression on his face even if he hadn't heard the context that had caused it. He reached out just far enough to give a gentle squeeze to the trooper's elbow - the kind of reassuring physical touch that always helped Poe - before he dropped his hand again.

"Hey, being a good shot is part of my job," He protests, though there's no venom in it. If anything he sounds amused.

When Rex mentioned the rigging, Poe snapped his fingers. "See? See, I told you. Rigging it up so they don't have to pay out the prizes."