Good. Verbal confirmation that both were actually alright. Although why they kept using him as a marker for wellness was beyond him. They already had that going for them even before any injuries factored in.
Although judging from the jacket... His stomach dropped and his face felt clammy. Oh man, if that's what the jacket looked like. "Aw, Poe, I'm sorry... The jacket..." The apology was automatic, out of his mouth with no filter considering that even if Poe had said he could keep it, the garment was still Poe's. Something to remember the other man by when he thought the pilot was dead. Something to help him blend in too and keep the sun off him. There hadn't been time for it to actually become his in his own mind.
He took a deep breath, that burst of giddy, happy relief sliding back into that frayed, frazzled after-stress. Like how it sometimes took stopping in running to realize just how out of breath you really were. It was a lot of information and not a lot at the same time. He could piece some together. The dent in the oscillator likely coming from... that... although even with how brilliant a pilot Poe was, he doubted it was actually smooth flying. And then...
His eyes went wide as he pulled back enough to stare at Rey. "You against Kylo Ren?" There wasn't any surprise in his voice, just pure awe. He'd seen her fight, been on the wrong end of her ire. She'd escaped from the Jedikiller on her own, something he wasn't sure anyone had ever done before (not that they would have told anyone if they had). He had no doubt she made Ren regret ever crossing her, even as that worry ratcheted up again of whether she was really alright considering he knew first hand how Ren fought and... well... "Is he- Do we have to still worry about him?"