Poe Dameron wasn't all that interested in sight seeing himself - especially not when travelling with Finn, on a mission like this. He knew all too well that he'd be the one flying them out of the Armada, and he was leaving nothing up to chance. Finn was not getting left behind. Period.

But sitting around was not his forte, either, even if he wasn't as fidgety as Finn was. He put a hand on the man's shoulder, and a little shake and squeeze to calm him down.

"It'll be fine," He assured him, having heard far more into that 'hey' than had actually been spoken.