"An X-wing? Oh, do the wings open up? They're even more like the ARC-170s than I'd thought," he mused, then looked back round at Poe.
"I thought perhaps we could go to a friend's diner first, and get you fed and watered, whilst I go through the dreaded explaining. And then, once you've decided that I'm not going to gut you with my lightsaber and feed you to a bantha, and you've accepted what I've said, I'll show you where the apartments are and you can pick somewhere to move into until it's time to go."