Poe cursed, as much from her moving as from the shove he felt as surely as if it had been done by her own hand. He stumbled back but managed to stay on his feet, letting go of the rifle with one hand in a reflexive motion to try and catch his balance, subconsciously using the Force to do just that. It took him a moment to steady himself, though he wasn't able to make any sort of progress past that. Not when he suddenly felt a different sort of push, although one that could potentially throw him off balance just as much.

His free hand went to his head as he winced, the command seeming to echo in his skull. Visions flashed before his mind's eye, snippets of memories, but too quickly to latch on to anything. Flashes of color and sound and emotion.

Her voice seemed to echo, but was it really, or was he just hearing it from a different time and place? Did he really know her?

It hurt, though, the forceful tug on things the Sith had sought to bury and destroy. Not everything that could be remembered was welcome. A part of him strongly didn't want to remember anything that wasn't absolutely essential, trying to shield himself from the pain of what he had gone through.

He groaned, as much in pain as frustration, shaking his head hard as if that would settle all that felt off into place. As his attention focused back on her he saw her trying to reach for her lightsaber and he quickly aimed, taking a shot not at her but at the lightsaber to knock it further away from her.

"I'll hurt you if I have to." he hissed out, still rubbing his temple even as he strode toward her. But would he? Poe didn't feel as certain about it as he might have a minute ago. He was certain that he wanted her to stop whatever it was she was doing, and if she was going to fight dirty then he would have to as well.