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[ When her haunches relax, so do his. If she ever discovers he'd lied to her about his name she may very well rethink that statement about him being a decent man. In the grand scheme of things someone could lie to someone else about it's probably not so bad; and if Cassiann's being honest, it's one of the few things he's done that doesn't keep him up at night.

Each alias was merely something to be burned. It was his armour, a way to keep himself and those tied ot the Rebellion safe. The chances of him seeing Wanda again after this were slim to none because even he knew that his days on Taris were coming to a close.

It has become second nature by now for his mind to race, to always be constantly on edge and alert, coming up with plans to stay one step ahead of any inevitability. But here, at least for now, most of that quiets so he can focus on this. ]

Tell me if you want me to slow down or explain something further.

[ It doesn't take long to locate the hatch into the guts of the ship. Offering the headlamp to her and then slipping his own onto his head he hops in. It's a smaller ship and that much is reflected in the the tight fit but he manages to get in here and makes room for her to before getting to work. ]

[carmesi]

( wanda follows his lead, with the headlamp, and joins him—all while doing her best to not get in his way as he gets to work on sorting out what's wrong with her ship. she figures that rocket would never let her be in a situation where she's completely out of luck with the ship, but it's good to have someone who seems to know what they're doing working on it.

she's definitely putting a lot of trust in him.

pressing to his side to see better, she asks a few questions, here and there, about why he's doing something or another. she has other questions, about hypotheticals, and he answers them for her, too.

it's unlikely she will ever become a mechanic, but — she's getting the gist of it.

wanda watches him working on one contraption or another, and asks, )

How'd you learn to work on ships?