This, he can answer without BB-8's help. "They brought down the Death Star."

He doesn't say the first. He made that mistake once already.

Poe gets up, goes to the sink, wets a clean rag with cold water. When he comes back to the table, her winds it gently around her burned fingers. He has to be delicate with her; she's so sharp, so willing to cut, that knowing how much comfort she'll let herself receive is a tricky proposition. "The Alliance took what you gave them and destroyed the Empire's weapon."