[ Cassian wouldn't fault her for her guardedness; he would be too were the situation reversed. But this version of him on Taris is friendly and amiable - or rather, friendlier and more amiable than he is now. As jaded as the days and months have made him, that hasn't completely smothered the desire to help (even if that does admittedly come with some level of ulterior motive which, he reminds himself, is all for the Rebellion).
As it stands with Wanda, he really does have nothing to gain. She reads as an off-worlder, someone merely passing through who had fallen on some ship troubles. If there is anything to gain, it's company for a drink in a cool out of the blistering heat. His eyes flicker over towards her as she removes the scarf that covered her head. And it's attractive company at that. Cassian's gaze doesn't linger as his head turns back towards their surroundings. ]
It's hard to say without looking at the engine. I'll need to get down there.
[ At the sound of her name he turns back towards her. ]
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As it stands with Wanda, he really does have nothing to gain. She reads as an off-worlder, someone merely passing through who had fallen on some ship troubles. If there is anything to gain, it's company for a drink in a cool out of the blistering heat. His eyes flicker over towards her as she removes the scarf that covered her head. And it's attractive company at that. Cassian's gaze doesn't linger as his head turns back towards their surroundings. ]
It's hard to say without looking at the engine. I'll need to get down there.
[ At the sound of her name he turns back towards her. ]
Gavnic.