His snark has her rolling her eyes in an entirely familiar fashion, and for a moment a flicker of something like relief crosses her features. Her friend is alive. His memory has been tampered with, but he's here, standing in front of her, and if it comes down to it she knows she can knock him out and get away. But the goal is to get away with him, and that's a whole heck of a lot easier if she doesn't have to drag him back to the Falcon.

"You can take my ship wherever you want once you've heard what I have to say, even if that means back to the First Order. I've got an astromech back there with a lot of intel on it, too. It's more valuable to you than I am. Come have a look; I'll stay out of your head."

At least until we get there.

She doesn't like the idea of rooting around in Poe's head, but it's going to be necessary, she's sure, to undo whatever was done to him. She's just hoping that a look at some familiar surroundings and one familiar droid will rattle something loose for long enough to give him pause.