There are times when Poe will push things, argue with his pilots, order them to take steps in self-care. Orders won't work with Jyn. The look on her face, her posture-- now isn't the time for arguments, either. It's not the time to push. He sits down across from her and sets his hand near the center of the table palm-up, reaching out without invading her space. He doesn't look at it, doesn't try to get her to take it. The gesture is simple meant to mean, I'm here.

"Yes."

BB-8 rolls back and forth in a little see-saw next to the table, silent but still worrying.