"She doesn't know what she's talking about," Poe replied tightly. He was already pulling out his wallet, shoving a mess of bills down on the table that probably way more than what they actually owed. "You haven't done a thing wrong, Finn, she just - She doesn't get it. I wouldn't have gotten it either, if I hadn't lived it."

He pulls his jacket on, pauses, and reaches out to give Finn's shoulder a squeeze.

"You're our people. She'll see that. Just give her time. But I gotta go. I'll see you back at the house, alright?"

He strides out of the diner, spots her, and runs up to her, a frown on his face.

"If you're mad with me, you take it out on me. You do not take it out on Finn. He gave up everything to save us - including you, and Snap, and Karé - and everyone else in the Resistance. We'd be scrap and so would the whole rest of the galaxy without him. He has nothing to do with what happened to L'ulo, and I won't see you try to make that about him. Be mad at me. Yell at me. That's who you're actually angry at, here."