[ Poe's entire face scrunches up. ]

I think I just threw up in my mouth a little.

[ Then, because he can't help himself: ]

What is your type? I'm guessing low-sentience organisms, those would be the only things that might touch you.

[ Then he holds up a hand, like he's trying to block Hux's face from being visible on the viewer. ] Oh, no, no no, that took me places I didn't want to go. I'll never be clean again.