23 Dec 2016
“Listen, Poe. As your friend and your wingman, it’s my duty to make sure you actually score with the pretty people you’re crushing on--” Poe opened his mouth to try to protest that it wasn’t like that but Jess slapped a hand over it and barreled on “--and currently you both look and smell like hot garbage. Finn is never going to want to hit that if he wakes up and his first impression is ‘who cut open that tauntaun in here and left it to rot,’ so I am ordering you to at least go take a shower and change out of the flight suit you’ve been marinating in for the last thirty-seven hours.” She stepped back, hands on her hips, and glared at him with her best General Organa impression.
Poe narrowed his eyes at her. “I’m your commanding officer. You can’t order me to do anything.”
Jess dismissed that with a wave of her hand. “Whatever. Wingman duties are sacred and more important than petty things like rank. Shower. Eat. Sleep. Now.”