She wants to ask if that's what he would say to a slave, but she's not about to imply to anyone outside of Black Squadron that she lived part of her life as one. She's not about to give away something that personal to him.

Instead she just... forces herself to stay silent, which is about when their drinks get there, and thank the Force for that.

She studies hers for a long moment before taking a sip. It's sweet, and hard.

She takes a deeper drink.

"Poe..." This is a struggle to get out. "He said that the only one who still gives a shit about the fight here is Hux. Is that true?"