[ He shrugs casually at the retort as if to say, she's probably right. ]
Just checking. You're asking a lot of questions.
[ Lottie, he's spent too much time with you to know that she wouldn't be asking these questions for no reason at all. But because he's spent so much time with her, it's easier to sometimes leave them unanswered and let them run their natural course.
Now that he's fully dressed he wanders back over to the somewhat tided up kitchen. ]
[ Oh— fuck. Should she ask less? Wait, no. Think quieter. She laughs, the same practiced one she gives when she's unsure how to navigate a situation other than to look pretty and not say too much. Because if she explained why she was asking so much it'd be embarrassing, and cringe. ]
Sureee.. You have any water?
[ She follows after him, leans over a few inches away from the blaster. Her eyes dart down to stare at the gritty details of it, semi-curious, semi-finding a reason to not look Cassian in his eyes because he knows her. He can tell her tells. ]
[ Their time together has meant that he's learned to understand the types of laughs she has. The one where she hasn't found something funny in the least but feels like she has to put on pretenses. The laugh when she thought something was genuinely funny. The laugh where she doesn't quite know how else to react but needs something to fill the space - which is exactly the one that she gives him.
It makes him think that something else is going on. Something that ties back to the whole reason that she had called him in the first place. ]
Good thing you waited til after I fixed the pipes then.
[ The filled water glass is handed over to her and in turn he leans back against the counter to regard her, arms folded across his chest. There's a pause before he nods towards the blaster that she's not so subtly looking at. ]
It changed after I drove through a diffusion zone.
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Just checking. You're asking a lot of questions.
[ Lottie, he's spent too much time with you to know that she wouldn't be asking these questions for no reason at all. But because he's spent so much time with her, it's easier to sometimes leave them unanswered and let them run their natural course.
Now that he's fully dressed he wanders back over to the somewhat tided up kitchen. ]
Want something to drink?
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Sureee.. You have any water?
[ She follows after him, leans over a few inches away from the blaster. Her eyes dart down to stare at the gritty details of it, semi-curious, semi-finding a reason to not look Cassian in his eyes because he knows her. He can tell her tells. ]
I'm like, so parched.
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It makes him think that something else is going on. Something that ties back to the whole reason that she had called him in the first place. ]
Good thing you waited til after I fixed the pipes then.
[ The filled water glass is handed over to her and in turn he leans back against the counter to regard her, arms folded across his chest. There's a pause before he nods towards the blaster that she's not so subtly looking at. ]
It changed after I drove through a diffusion zone.