Jess's lips tighten into a scowl. Black Squadron should have been there. They should have been there, they could have kept Poe from being taken in the first place. They could have protected him. Instead he had to be rescued by a stranger, his mission risked on the good faith of a stormtrooper. Tortured, violated by the First Order's masked attack dog.

She notices her hands are tightened into fists right about when her nails start biting into her palms.

Jess forces herself to relax, leaning back against the booth. "Sounds like things got busy."