The moment a woman comes up beside him and lifts a light, brightly blue-tinted and vibrant enough to light his workspace, Cassian gets to work. At first, he doesn't say much, just squints at the panel, focused on the work. The adjustments in this kind of panel can be fiddly, and while Cassian can fix it in a pinch, he's not exactly a technically-minded person. While he might not know it, he and the woman who's holding the light for him have a flair for interpersonal trickery in common.

Not that he's thinking about that much, right now.

The moment the panel is stabilized, his dark eyes flick up toward her - pretty, redheaded, intent and focused - and then back to the work at hand.

"Is it some sort of weapon?"

It's curious, more than anything, something to divide his attention, just a bit, to make it easier not to think too hard and second guess himself into a bad decision with the electrical panel.