[ Even when he's playing the part of a preening creature, Cassian has never fully enjoyed it. This persona of a mechanic who was sheepish about his ability to fix something - even if it was scrap - was more akin to his usual self. His confidence lay in his belief in his own abilities and that if he didn't do it, who else would? Granted this was no life or death situation. But the principle was still the same.
If he left her to it, she could probably figure out how to fix her ship on her own. Knowing what part she needed was half the challenge after all. And if she didn't trust herself to actual install and diagnose the rest of the problems that may arise, finding a mechanic in this city wasn't that difficult either.
There's nothing particularly private about paying for the parts but he looks away, feigning interest in the other things that the Jawa merchant has on offer. But out of the corner of his eye he can see the way her credit balance flashes that familiar orange. When all is said and done he nods, shifting his saddle bag and following her. ]
We can head to the shop if we need anything else.
[ The ship does look like it's been pieced together in a somewhat haphazard way. He can pick out familiar looking parts but there's nothing to discern it as a specific model. It's not the first hunk of junk that he's seen. It probably won't be the last. As they enter the ship he pushes the goggles atop his head that he'd been wearing to cut the glare of the sun beating down on them (it was an odd heatwave for Taris; something about a mostly harmless set of cloud systems blanketing the atmosphere so that heat was being trapped for longer than usual) to get a proper look around as the lights flicker on. ]
Did you put this together yourself? Or did someone do it for you?
[ His expression remains even, but there's the barest hint of judgement - like he's suggesting he's surprised this even made it here in the first place. ]
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If he left her to it, she could probably figure out how to fix her ship on her own. Knowing what part she needed was half the challenge after all. And if she didn't trust herself to actual install and diagnose the rest of the problems that may arise, finding a mechanic in this city wasn't that difficult either.
There's nothing particularly private about paying for the parts but he looks away, feigning interest in the other things that the Jawa merchant has on offer. But out of the corner of his eye he can see the way her credit balance flashes that familiar orange. When all is said and done he nods, shifting his saddle bag and following her. ]
We can head to the shop if we need anything else.
[ The ship does look like it's been pieced together in a somewhat haphazard way. He can pick out familiar looking parts but there's nothing to discern it as a specific model. It's not the first hunk of junk that he's seen. It probably won't be the last. As they enter the ship he pushes the goggles atop his head that he'd been wearing to cut the glare of the sun beating down on them (it was an odd heatwave for Taris; something about a mostly harmless set of cloud systems blanketing the atmosphere so that heat was being trapped for longer than usual) to get a proper look around as the lights flicker on. ]
Did you put this together yourself? Or did someone do it for you?
[ His expression remains even, but there's the barest hint of judgement - like he's suggesting he's surprised this even made it here in the first place. ]