Damn right he could have flown a ship into an asteroid field without making anyone nervous. Poe was a really good pilot. It was, in fact, one of the few things that Poe really missed about being in this place.
"Yeah?" Poe asked, empathetic because he definitely got it. "The rooming system is really weird like that -- how it doesn't just let you stay where you want. BB-8, get the lights, huh?" No point in getting up himself if BB was already rolling around over there.
"If it helps," Poe said once they were enveloped by the darkness of the room, decent hotel shades and curtains keeping the rest of the light out, "I think the hotel tends to ... fix that eventually? Like it sorts people together sometimes?" He sat on the bed too, leaning over to click the little nightlight he had, stars projecting across the room in a way that was familiar and nice.