[ Cassian doesn't know what to expect in terms of a reply. The man sounds like he could be an Imperial but then - quite quickly and succinctly, his answer comes. Searching his face, he wonders if it's some sort of ploy - but there's an honesty to his features that makes him believe him otherwise.
Slowly tension begins to leave his body, unaware that a hint of disappointment had made it onto his face until the man with the bowtie says so. There's no time to examine that disappointment closely or to even ponder why he feels it in the first place because once again he's on the receiving end of a torrent of words.
Not alone. IS that true? Is that a fact? At first his reaction is to laugh at the genuine nature of his words, but it comes out like a short breath escaping his lips instead. ]
Does that make you some sort of finder of people then?
no subject
Slowly tension begins to leave his body, unaware that a hint of disappointment had made it onto his face until the man with the bowtie says so. There's no time to examine that disappointment closely or to even ponder why he feels it in the first place because once again he's on the receiving end of a torrent of words.
Not alone. IS that true? Is that a fact? At first his reaction is to laugh at the genuine nature of his words, but it comes out like a short breath escaping his lips instead. ]
Does that make you some sort of finder of people then?