[ Merchants call out their wares, several handing them samples as they pass by which Cassian takes without much of a second glance and hands them off to her accordingly. Thorne may provide but anything that lies outside of the castle walls is immediately more trustworthy than there. Eventually they amass quite an array of food samples - enough to wet their palette so to speak until they had to return to their gilded cage.

The first response to her raised eyebrow is another barely restrained roll of his eyes. Still. It's telling of her and the life she probably led before being pulled here. That or it's a good cover story. 

But, a rational voice in his mind reasons, even if she were some Imperial officer in disguise, they had no jurisdiction here and no way back home (or rather, none that they knew of). Didn't that immediately make her less threatening as a result? ]

Too bad they seem like the sort of people who make good on their word. [ It's both a reference to the ruling family here and to the Empire. Cassian has no doubt that she'll understand that though. ] I'd rather not find out. Fake dungeon or not, we can't get back to our galaxy if we're in there. 

[ There's a small clearing up ahead setup with tables and benches. Just as he motions towards them however, another hawker calls out to them, Have some spiced wine to try on us! Short of other things in the bedroom- , they wink, this will warm you two right up. ]