He doesn't think he's actually known many people who prefer to fight, just large quantities of necessity. For about two seconds, he wonders what it must be like to have another person like that, someone at your back, someone who would learn whatever it took to protect you.

But that involves trusting someone enough, and Cassian has never been afforded that luxury.

"Where we're going is dangerous, as I have warned you many times. Even if he doesn't like it, I suggest making sure he's armed the same as we are."

Cassian already knows she's got weapons stockpiled on her. He eats another bite of his own potatoes, then sets his fork over his plate like he's finished. "If he doesn't have any with him now, I can find him some."