Q might have been in a good mood, however, unlike Q, Poe is not in a good mood. He hadn't been when he was grabbed from the millennium falcon surrounded by the remainder of the Resistance - tired, dirty, surprised he wasn't dead, and riding off the residual anger that had led to a mutiny in his part of the universe, before whiplashing into confused, lost, and struggling to figure out what was going on. Then, after ending up at whatever this was and being subjected to what was obviously someone getting off of jerking everyone around (down to being shoved into clothing without warning, though he will admit that it was nice not feeling grains of salt all over, especially a uniform for something he never agreed to be a part of) - he had more enough of it. His mind goes to the people he disappeared from. What if something happens or happened. He needed to be there. They needed all the hands they could get. Even if he knew they were in that situation because of him. All the more reason to demand to be sent back. He needed to take responsibility and help rebuild what he nearly destroyed for good.

In fact, he's downright pissed off especially upon seeing the man, being sitting there changing the drink in his hand again and again. Based on the snippets of conversations he's overheard, and the magic trick happening in front of his eyes, he has reason to believe that this is the person responsible for kidnapping all of them. He can almost hear the General warning him to keep his cool, count to ten, take a breath, but no... he certainly will not.

"You Q?" Poe finds himself asking, his voice rising slightly as the words come out."Because I have a problem."