[Boba nods along to Poe’s summary as he draws. It’s a pretty crude sketch—mostly basic shapes, marked here and there with measurements and labels. Absorbed as he is in his work, Boba does look up when Poe suddenly cuts himself off. Blissfully unaware of what the pilot was about to say, Boba just watches, amused, as Poe talks unintelligibly into his hand. As much as he intends to stay on guard around Poe as much as he would anybody from his galaxy, he has to admit: it’s pretty hard to take him seriously as a threat.]

Yeah. Slave I used to be his. She’s older than me. [He actually sounds rather proud of that fact, as if there’s some prestige to be found in flying a ship that once belonged to Jango Fett, even if he was his dad.

After a few more seconds, he pushes the sketch towards Poe.] These are the hull dimensions, [he points,] engines, and exterior weapons. I guess now we just have to scale everything down.

[It shouldn’t be too difficult with their current starting point. As vague as the sketch looks at first glance, there’s nothing approximate about the measurements labelling each component of the ship. The figures are precise, sometimes down to the decimal point.

Boba may have never set foot in a school. But this is one subject he’d made sure to educate himself about as thoroughly as possible.]