"I get the feeling I'm not going to like what ever you say," Poe said grimly.
He shrugged at the caution. "I like to keep it at hand though, just in case," he said, although he did let his hand fall back to his side. "Come on, BB-8," he called behind them and the little droid rolled after them, his head swiveling around as they moved.
Poe listened as Obi-Wan talked about the forest creatures. He didn't like the idea of Rancors roaming around and from the worried beep that escaped BB-8 he knew the droid didn't either. Carnivorous reptiles though, now that he was pretty used to, growing up on Yavin IV had made certain of that.
"Black One's a T-70 X-wing fighter," he replied. Sure they were a step down from the New Republic Starfleet's T-85s but Poe didn't regret his decision to defect to the Resistance.
"So, where we headed?" he asked, looking back every now and then to check BB-8 was still keeping up.