One eyebrow lifts as Poe gives her a slightly incredulous look at her suggestion. He doesn't care about whatever kind of ship she's flying or what astromech she has with her. None of that is important to the Sith so by extension it's not important to him.

... But it might be easier to get the upper hand on her if there was someone else, even a droid, distracting her. Potentially fighting in closer proximity wasn't necessarily a great risk, however knowing that she's without her lightsaber makes it marginally less risky. Jedi leaned on their tools; surely the odds were decent that she might not have as much experience fighting hand-to-hand.

What precisely he would do if when he got the advantage of her he's not sure; leave her to wake up alone, wondering which of her friends were in danger, he supposes. If he could reasonably secure her he might try to take her back to Exegol but he's not leaping ahead to that just yet. One thing at a time.

"Fine."

Poe straightens, not crossing his arms though that sort of energy is definitely present. His hands itch for the rifle, and he briefly considers reaching for his pistol but refrains. Better to leave it be and not encourage her to try and toss that who knows where as well.

"Lead the way. And you can start with whatever it is you're so determined to say while we walk."