[Cassian doesn't drop his bag of fruit either, just keeps moving close behind her, pausing as she does and says that she knows of a way, isn't sure if the ones following them know the same route. And this feels more natural, dropping the act, being on the run, pursued, cautious.
When she smiles at him, a tight, contained smile that is more real than all the broad happy smiles from earlier, he smiles back. Small and faint, but genuine.]
Cassian. You're welcome.
[Without further questioning, he follows her, moving along the hallway, tactical, back to the wall and glancing behind them as he keeps close to her. His hand hovers close to his blaster, and he asks, voice quiet.]
no subject
When she smiles at him, a tight, contained smile that is more real than all the broad happy smiles from earlier, he smiles back. Small and faint, but genuine.]
Cassian. You're welcome.
[Without further questioning, he follows her, moving along the hallway, tactical, back to the wall and glancing behind them as he keeps close to her. His hand hovers close to his blaster, and he asks, voice quiet.]
Are you armed?