The presence of a voice wasn't too surprising, but the touch was. As was the owner of the voice. His eyes focused intently on the man, processing if he was actually seeing what he was seeing.
"Poe?" The last he had seen of the pilot has been glimpses of the X-wings darting around the Oscillator and, even if Poe's stood out compared to the others, that wasn't nearly the same as seeing him face to face. "Poe!" A wide grin spread across his face despite, well, everything. It was Poe. That meant this place was most likely Resistance. Safe. His hand reached up to clamp on Poe's, just as much to reassure himself that Poe was actually there as to show his happiness. "You're alright!" His smile faltered a smidgen as he actually did a better visual sweep of the other man. He was standing. He looked ok. But that didn't always mean that someone was. "You're alright, right?