To Poe, at least. He had his own war to fight back in his world, here the threat of the First Order was still present but it could not become as worrisome. He's been uneasy, though. Poe never knew how to stay still for long and not being able to get back home and take care of things, not being able to fly, got on his nerves.

"My mistake then." recognition settled on Poe's face and he recalled the conversation. The voice sure was the same. "I remember now. Pleasure to meet you, sir, I'm Poe Dameron. I see you were not boasting when you mentioned your magic."