II

[ The craziness of the stranger really got to him. People were fighting with other people or seemed deeply into them. He didn't see why though, the newcomer seemed ordinary to him. Poe tried to stay away from the drinks that the natives were handing out. He became suspicious over the new happenings, maybe the drinks was causing something. Maybe not the same things, but something. He reluctantly takes a cup from them after being bothered enough to try it. The juice was sweet and he would take sips from it. As he's cautiously walking he happens to brush arms with someone on accident. He feels a grip on his arm and doesn't move further but slowly glances back. It's a familiar face, one that he doesn't mind encountering. Rey.... A wide warm smile spreads while giving her a small nod in greeting.

Poe carefully puts a hand on top of the one that's gripping his arm. There's a lift of an eyebrow in question wondering what move she'll make next. The grip wasn't hurting in any kind of way and maybe he had surprised her by mistake. ]