[he doesn't look at her, but she doesn't take her gaze off of him, noting the way he follows, pliant, as if her hand is a string that's the only thing pulling him along — and noting the blankness in his face. the deadness in what she can glimpse of his eyes. there's always something between the lines with cassian that tells her multitudes, a lift of a brow here and a twitch of a lip there, but what she gets now is... nothing. whatever is on his mind has him so deeply shaken that she can barely read him at all.
there's a time and place to push, though, and this isn't it.
so she keeps her hold on his hand, giving it a squeeze as the space on the bed beside her creaks under his added weight and silence settles in between them.
after a time, she casts out a quiet probe.]
Did I ever tell you about when I scammed an Imperial officer out of all his credits?
[she doesn't know what might've been in the file that the alliance had compiled on her, beyond a general rap sheet — specifically liana hallik's rap sheet — so it might be something he has scant details on already. if it is familiar, that's safe. if it isn't, and some part of her might be willing to bet on that (she doubts anyone there could've followed her entire trail of aliases), that's still safe; it's parsecs away from everything else, including the unspoken, and it can give him a distraction, if he wants.]
no subject
there's a time and place to push, though, and this isn't it.
so she keeps her hold on his hand, giving it a squeeze as the space on the bed beside her creaks under his added weight and silence settles in between them.
after a time, she casts out a quiet probe.]
Did I ever tell you about when I scammed an Imperial officer out of all his credits?
[she doesn't know what might've been in the file that the alliance had compiled on her, beyond a general rap sheet — specifically liana hallik's rap sheet — so it might be something he has scant details on already. if it is familiar, that's safe. if it isn't, and some part of her might be willing to bet on that (she doubts anyone there could've followed her entire trail of aliases), that's still safe; it's parsecs away from everything else, including the unspoken, and it can give him a distraction, if he wants.]