Poe watched her movements closely, ready to shoot with intent or to fall back from his position if she suddenly tried to move against him. Even so, it wasn't entirely surprising that she put her weapons down - both of them, in fact, which in a way made him consider her a more trustworthy foe for not trying to act like the lightsaber was the only weapon she carried. He had been told the Jedi might be foolish. That such people were prone to try to resolve situations without resorting to violence, prone to put their trust in others having some inherent good in them, and that those flaws could be manipulated. The Sith had cautioned him not to underestimate their enemies of course, but their own biases and deep-seeded judgment of anything Jedi had been obvious.

Satisfied with her behavior, although noting that both weapons weren't exactly out of her reach, he finally stepped out of his hiding place, emerging from the treeline with his rifle lowered a bit but very much still at the ready. His attention remained primarily focused on her as Poe moved to drop down from his perch, opting for the quicker and more direct route as the target was too dangerous not to. The movement wasn't as graceful and effortless as Rey, or Ben, but he had clearly been given at least some minor guidance on using the Force to his benefit. While the Sith wanted their new assassin to be plenty able to complete their tasks, they didn't want to share too much knowledge, lest cracks form in what they had created of him.

He approached careful but without hesitation, keeping the rifle aimed at her and a hand near the trigger. "I know your name, Jedi." Yet he didn't use it, for one reason or another. Coming to a stop well out of her reach - and out of the reach of a saber blade - his dark eyes sized her up. "You made some powerful enemies."