[ At Luke's request, Poe turns from where he stood sorting through tools to jog over, letting out a low whistle when he realizes they have live cargo. Not threatening at all, by the looks of it, but he knows better than to assume as much. ]
Not really. Could've stowed away. [ He cards a hand through his hair. Well. ] Or maybe we've got a smuggler on board.
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Not really. Could've stowed away. [ He cards a hand through his hair. Well. ] Or maybe we've got a smuggler on board.