"There's a cafe near the library." Through the door they go and Jyn tugs up her scarf over her hair, looking up briefly at the cameras that she knows are everywhere, eyes sliding to the storm troopers posted on the corner. Her even expression doesn't change, but her eyes flare with anger and her posture stiffens slightly.
She holds out her hand for Cassian. "I'll lose you otherwise." He can probably keep up, but she is very small, it's easy for her to get lost in crowds. And she's not going to take him to a very nice part of town anyway.
Cafes are great. Cassian loves cafes. He drinks a lot of caf and they're excellent social spots. He can make new contacts, maybe even find some old ones. He doesn't follow her gaze to the cameras, mostly because he already knows where her building's security is. He's got it memorized. He's not surprised by the stormtroopers and doesn't seem affected by their presence either, not like Jyn stiffens.
He can definitely keep up with her, but offering her hand is a good gesture he's not going to pass over. He takes it without thought, because it'll make them more inconspicuous too.
Her hand is very small in his and not as soft as he expected. Probably all the rocks. His own is a lot more calloused than a typical academic. "I know where the library is, but a local's sense of time is best. How far is it?"
K2 decides to chime in with a mutter, especially once he sees their hands folded together. "As if Cassian would lose someone in a crowd."
Well now she wants to get lost, just so his droid will shut up. "I was unaware Cassian is incapable of fault." It's taken a while, but she's finally gotten around to calling him by his first name instead of Mr Andor or just his surname.
"It's five blocks east, two blocks north." She gestures the direction with her free hand, already pulling him down the sidewalk. Most of her father's coworkers use the speeders taxis or the raised walkways far above them, lording over their city like gods. Jyn prefers to keep her feet on the ground, boots against the grimy sidewalks instead of the glass walkways cantilevered between the skyscrapers, even if it takes longer.
Her hand shifts in his, getting comfortable being dwarfed by him, half wishing she'd put her gloves on first but it's not nearly cold enough. It would be strange.
Jyn will learn soon enough that K2 doesn't shut up, even if he's being quiet right now. Cassian sighs at his droid in response, but easily notes that Jyn finally called him by just his name.
"I just meant he's good in a crowd, as you are too apparently."
"K2."
The warning seems to suffice as Jyn leads them through the streets, and Cassian is unconcerned about walking. He prefers it too, taking in the buildings and memorizing the path for the next time he needs to use it alone. He likes being this low too - it's less noticeable; people tend to look up before they look down. His fingers move easily, adjusting his grip as she does until they find something comfortable enough. "An easy enough walk," he remarks, trying to think about what he might know of the area in relation to her building.
Jyn says nothing else, not even commenting on the ease of the walk, just leading them quietly for a few block until they reach a part of downtown that seems to be what people would call the bad part of the neighborhood. Jyn relaxes when they pass the first broken camera, continuing as she leads them across the road to the second sidewalk.
Occasionally, as they pass the open doors of small businesses, someone will greet Jyn fondly and it's when they're passing what looks like an old pharmacy that a little boy shoots out to door and barrels into Jyn's legs, crowing her name happily. She lets go of Cassian's hand instantly, crouching down to greet the little boy, tousling his pale hair.
"Soren, you're huge! You must have grown a foot since I've seen you last."
He beams at her. "But you saw me yesterday!"
"Impossible, you've gotten so tall. This can't be the same little boy I saw yesterday." Jyn looks up at Cassian, lifting her eyebrows slightly in a request he play along. "Don't you think that Soren is practically a grown man now?"
Cassian feels better being in the supposed bad part of town. It's far easier to blend, and he isn't afraid of being mugged or attacked. It might happen for sure, but he knows he's capable of fending it off.
Besides, apparently Jyn is a friendly face. He blinks at the little boy, the only sign he's confused, but the affection Jyn has for him is clear. She likes kids. Another note to add to his mental file.
He plays along. "He might have a little ways to go, just until he's taller than you," he says, because he decides going right for the height jugular is a Great Idea. It seems to amuse Soren at least who giggles gleefully. "But he certainly looks quite grown up so far."
Having grown up with Leia, Cassian is not too terrible with children like he might have been otherwise. He still feels a little awkward, mostly because his own childhood was such a hodgepodge of Rebellion versus Politics, but it's much easier to fake. He just pretends kids are Leia, and it makes it easier, even though she was quite opposite the regular little girl.
"It is anatomically impossible for a human child to grow over one foot in one night." There he is, K2 the killjoy. "This is clearly still an adolescent. Jyn Erso, do need glasses?"
Jyn breathes out a sigh through her nose, closing her eyes briefly before they snap open and her sweet smile returns to Soren. "Don't listen to him." Him being K2, of course, Cassian was perfectly fine.
"Are you coming to my birthday party, Jyn?" He bounces up and down in front of her, to the point that Jyn puts both her hands on his little shoulders so he doesn't bounce right into orbit.
"Of course I am. It's not every day a young man turns seven years old."
"Okay. Bye Jyn!" He jets off as quick as he came, darting back into the shop and leaving Jyn crouched there for a few seconds like she's startled by the sheer speed of him. In comparison, the way she straightens up is practically glacial. Once standing, she adjusts her fringe and sets off again, tucking her hands in her pockets this time.
K2 seems affronted, but Cassian turns to level his droid a Look and whisper at him to keep quiet. The warning only ever carries so far, but at least it works for now.
Jyn is very natural with kids, and it brings on a different side to her. The encounter speeds by so fast and Cassian feels so irrelevant to it that it takes him two seconds to recognize it's over. He waits for follow up that doesn't come, but he's not surprised. She has no reason to explain her life to him, but he suspects even if she did know him well, she wouldn't offer much else regardless.
"So when's the party?" is what he tries first, lightly, because he's determined to try another round of conversation. Maybe Soren put her in a better mood. It seems a better question to ask that anything directly about the boy in relation to Jyn.
Mechanic muttering filters from behind them. "I still don't know if she needs glasses."
"I don't need glasses." She doesn't... think. She hasn't gone to a doctor in quite some time now that she thinks about it. But that's not the point, the point is that the droid doesn't understand interacting with children and she's not going to touch that. She doesn't even know why she answered in the first place.
"His party is in a few days." She glances over at Cassian, jerking her head back to K2. "Is he always like this?"
As if Jyn is really being any better with her current attitude.
The party is a dead end topic, but talking about K2 doesn't seem like the best transition.
Cassian sighs. "No." A beat. "This is him being polite."
It takes a lot to reprogram a droid. Cassian did do it successfully, but the complete lack of tact is an unfixable error. Or maybe he's just too used to it to care, or maybe it's some weird semblance of K2's personality that he refuses to touch.
His best friend is a rude droid. Dealing with a rude!Jyn will probably be familiar.
"He's Imperial." In case Cassian hasn't noticed. She feels like it's worth noting -- especially since Cassian clearly isn't pro-Empire. Why does he have a rudely polite Imperial droid? "A KX security droid, isn't he? I thought they stopped making those because specialist models are more profitable than versatile ones."
It's not like she doesn't see them every time she visits her father at his office, lumbering through the halls and loitering by the hangar doors when Jyn accompanies Galen to Eadu, but it seems a curiosity to find one with Cassian.
Not to mention... She lowers her voice, stepping in closer to Cassian again, handing lifting to rest against his arm. "You might want to warn him that although his series isn't uncommon upstairs, people are still afraid of droids here. Not Soren, of course, he's too young, but." People Cassian's age, their parent's generation, people that actually remember the droid army in the Clone Wars.
"By original design." There's a but not anymore in there that he's not willing to elaborate on out in public, even if they're in a shitty part of the city. He's trusting her to read him very quickly.
"He has been with me for twelve years. I don't intend to take him everywhere -" K2 starts to protest, but Cassian raises his hand and the droid goes silent with what could be a mechanical huff. "But I was not about to leave him unattended before he was properly debriefed."
No way was he going to let his droid sit with Krennic before he got a handle on the situation for himself. Maybe in the future but it was too rushed and jittery before.
Cassian hesitates, letting her rest her hand and tucking his arm in like a proper sort of escort. "I know he is not often welcome. I lived through the Clone Wars. But K-2SO's loyalty is mine and mine alone. It has been invaluable in the past."
Her mouth twitches in the ghost of a smile as she takes his arm more completely before she packs it away, unwilling to give into mirth when she is still irritated her space is going to be invaded by this know-it-all.
"I was only a little girl. We were on Lokori when it ended. Papa says he thought we were going to die, but then the droids all stopped working at once." He had only told her as an explanation for why he was so over-protective with her when she was newly a teenager and more reckless than she probably should have been. "I don't remember any of it, I was a toddler."
It's why droids don't bother her, why she never looked askance at K2.
"It's just up here." She gestures to a hole in the wall cafe with little tables out front under an awning, the door open to let delicious smells wafts out into the street.
He doesn't quite remember what planet he was on. He feels like the fighting didn't stop for him even after the Clone Wars ended officially, hobbling around after his father between cells until being plucked up by Bail Organa and the fledgling Rebellion.
"I was in the Outer Rim." It's true and vague enough and should probably give tiny hints about his early formative years with the nature of the war out there. "I remember quite a bit, though it's all through the haze of childhood."
No more details will be forthcoming, and the only reason he offers that much is because conversation dictates him do so. When they reach the cafe, Cassian immediately looks it over. It's tiny and unassuming and there's a variety of smells. "Do you usually eat outside?"
"Not often." She leads them inside, glancing around before heading for a booth in the back where K2 will be able to have room to sit with his long ass legs. She's fairly certain he will be less of a sore thumb if he is sitting down in a dark corner.
Jyn herself slides into the side of the booth that puts her back to the door, leaving the other side for Cassian. She feels like he would appreciate that. Once seated, Jyn pushes the scarf back from her hair, unbuttoning her coat to set down besides her unless Cassian throws her for a massive curve ball and sits next to her.
She crosses her fingers that K2 won't sit next to her.
He'd much prefer to eat inside, so there are no complaints when she makes a beeline for a booth, especially one in the back. As much as he was loathe to leave K2 behind, he kind of wishes he had, just because having his droid slide into the booth will be a comical disaster, but having him stand up at the table is just asking for attention.
Fortunately his droid slides into the empty side first, his legs banging the table and shaking it and probably stepping on Jyn's foot at least once. It draws attention from a few customers, but nothing suspicious. Cassian sits far more gracefully after taking off his jacket. It'd probably be easier and more spacious to sit next to Jyn, but he's too paranoid to put his back to the door.
He squishes his jacket behind him. "Please tell me the caf isn't terrible?"
Her coat goes next to her, though the scarf stays looped around her neck as she lifts her shoulders in a shrug. "I don't know, I don't drink it."
Someone comes over to greet them and Jyn offers a brief smile to the man as he offers them menus that she just waves away. The smile is not nearly as bright as the one she had directed Soren, merely perfunctory.
Jyn orders a hot chocolate with tang bark for herself (and whipped bantha cream because she is a child) and a mug of caf for Cassian without asking. She also orders a plate of Corellian air cakes with spiced jelly, Mandalorian roba pie and fish dumpling soup, and a fruit plate for dessert, all to share. When the waiter looks at Cassian, Jyn waves him off with a brusque: "He's visiting."
Once the waiter goes back to get their food, she folds her hands in her lap and turns her attention to Cassian. "The fruit plate has starblossom. I thought you might like something from home."
He's only seen her smile twice but he can tell the difference between them. He doesn't necessarily like that she just orders everything, but he reminds himself not to interrupt because he needs to not antagonize her.
When she says it's from home, he idly thinks about Fest, and if this place has anything from there. But it's so far in the Outer Rim, not like Alderaan, that he doubts it. Not that he's about to complain. He loves Alderaanian cuisine.
"Thank you," he says, perfunctory and genuine even as he bites the urge to tell her he knows how to read a menu. "I assume this is the sort of place that mostly locals frequent."
He can order for himself next time and realize everything else is gross, greasy and fatty and heavy in a way that makes it stick to her insides, and that she did him a giant favor by choosing the best things on the menu. She won't hold it against him if he doesn't say thank you when that happens.
"Yeah. The college students who use the library wouldn't dare come down here." Her mouth slants into a bored expression, constantly done with the people she goes to school with. There is a reason she has a single friend, on the entirety of the planet, there is one person Jyn doesn't mind spending time with.
"The library has a cafeteria, most of them eat there."
Listen, just because he'd probably end up choosing the same things doesn't mean he'd not want the option. Control is his Thing.
Like everything else, he files away her distaste for her fellow students. He's probably already set himself apart from them by revealing he's not anywhere near fond of the Empire, but it won't be that simple.
"So if you're looking to avoid them, this is the place to be?"
The cafeteria is probably more like what he's used to on Yavin, but the further distance he can keep from Imperial cronies the better. He doesn't want his face plastered in their memories. Not while he's being some version of himself, at least.
She's already planning on eating lunch at home now, if Cassian is looking to frequent this place. It's kind of grating, the way she has to keep adjusting her life to fit this stranger, but it's not like she can ask her father to send him back. She's rude, but she's not mean. Her father did it for a reason, she just has to figure out what the reason is.
"It's cheaper here, too." With enough food for leftovers. She glances up when the waiter brings her cocoa and Cassian's caf, murmuring quiet thanks.
She looks annoyed, even if she's trying to hide it, and the one-word answer tells him she doesn't want him to invade her space here too. He resolves not to overdo it. He should probably find his own quiet places anyway.
The caf comes with sugars and creamers, but Cassian ignores them and just drinks it black. He nods his own thanks. "I assume most places down here aren't busy with academics," he says, but it's not a judging statement, more like a hint he wants to check out more of them. "What about groceries?"
She nods in agreement, swirling her spoon through the cocoa but not drinking it right away. Instead she curls her hands around the mug to warm her persistently cold fingers. "The closest is... near his office. Papa gets it delivered. Neither of us have the time."
Her nails drum against the mug. "I have class all day, then boxing or gymnastics or fencing or wrestling, then training at the Academy, and then I come home and actually do all of my school work." She hasn't created a stressful environment for herself at all. The only reason she was even free today was because it's not a school day and she did her running and Academy training in the morning.
Jyn is something of an overachiever, but it's both nurture (thanks, dad!) and nature (thanks, mom!). She can't just sit around and do nothing.
He knows where Galen's office is. He already knows where most of the important buildings are, but it's better to play dumb. But then Jyn keeps talking about how she spends her days and dang she's busy. It might make it harder to spend time with her, so he resolves to figuring out her exact schedule.
"Do you sleep at all?" Which is hilarious coming from Cassian Andor who doesn't know how to function without a job or task at hand. At least he asks it more teasingly than anything else. "Or is that reserved for weekends?"
"It was reserved for today." She manages to bite back her smile at his teasing but only just barely. "I have two afternoons off a week, a few hours between class and gymnastics. Wrestling ends next week." Which will give her slightly more free time, only because she hasn't found something to shove into that empty space now since she gave up shockball the year prior when Galen found it too difficult to watch his daughter play such a violent sport.
She'd be a lot less stressed if she could stun a bunch of assholes in the name of athletics.
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She holds out her hand for Cassian. "I'll lose you otherwise." He can probably keep up, but she is very small, it's easy for her to get lost in crowds. And she's not going to take him to a very nice part of town anyway.
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He can definitely keep up with her, but offering her hand is a good gesture he's not going to pass over. He takes it without thought, because it'll make them more inconspicuous too.
Her hand is very small in his and not as soft as he expected. Probably all the rocks. His own is a lot more calloused than a typical academic. "I know where the library is, but a local's sense of time is best. How far is it?"
K2 decides to chime in with a mutter, especially once he sees their hands folded together. "As if Cassian would lose someone in a crowd."
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"It's five blocks east, two blocks north." She gestures the direction with her free hand, already pulling him down the sidewalk. Most of her father's coworkers use the speeders taxis or the raised walkways far above them, lording over their city like gods. Jyn prefers to keep her feet on the ground, boots against the grimy sidewalks instead of the glass walkways cantilevered between the skyscrapers, even if it takes longer.
Her hand shifts in his, getting comfortable being dwarfed by him, half wishing she'd put her gloves on first but it's not nearly cold enough. It would be strange.
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"I just meant he's good in a crowd, as you are too apparently."
"K2."
The warning seems to suffice as Jyn leads them through the streets, and Cassian is unconcerned about walking. He prefers it too, taking in the buildings and memorizing the path for the next time he needs to use it alone. He likes being this low too - it's less noticeable; people tend to look up before they look down. His fingers move easily, adjusting his grip as she does until they find something comfortable enough. "An easy enough walk," he remarks, trying to think about what he might know of the area in relation to her building.
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Occasionally, as they pass the open doors of small businesses, someone will greet Jyn fondly and it's when they're passing what looks like an old pharmacy that a little boy shoots out to door and barrels into Jyn's legs, crowing her name happily. She lets go of Cassian's hand instantly, crouching down to greet the little boy, tousling his pale hair.
"Soren, you're huge! You must have grown a foot since I've seen you last."
He beams at her. "But you saw me yesterday!"
"Impossible, you've gotten so tall. This can't be the same little boy I saw yesterday." Jyn looks up at Cassian, lifting her eyebrows slightly in a request he play along. "Don't you think that Soren is practically a grown man now?"
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Besides, apparently Jyn is a friendly face. He blinks at the little boy, the only sign he's confused, but the affection Jyn has for him is clear. She likes kids. Another note to add to his mental file.
He plays along. "He might have a little ways to go, just until he's taller than you," he says, because he decides going right for the height jugular is a Great Idea. It seems to amuse Soren at least who giggles gleefully. "But he certainly looks quite grown up so far."
Having grown up with Leia, Cassian is not too terrible with children like he might have been otherwise. He still feels a little awkward, mostly because his own childhood was such a hodgepodge of Rebellion versus Politics, but it's much easier to fake. He just pretends kids are Leia, and it makes it easier, even though she was quite opposite the regular little girl.
"It is anatomically impossible for a human child to grow over one foot in one night." There he is, K2 the killjoy. "This is clearly still an adolescent. Jyn Erso, do need glasses?"
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"Are you coming to my birthday party, Jyn?" He bounces up and down in front of her, to the point that Jyn puts both her hands on his little shoulders so he doesn't bounce right into orbit.
"Of course I am. It's not every day a young man turns seven years old."
"Okay. Bye Jyn!" He jets off as quick as he came, darting back into the shop and leaving Jyn crouched there for a few seconds like she's startled by the sheer speed of him. In comparison, the way she straightens up is practically glacial. Once standing, she adjusts her fringe and sets off again, tucking her hands in her pockets this time.
She offers zero explanation for anything.
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Jyn is very natural with kids, and it brings on a different side to her. The encounter speeds by so fast and Cassian feels so irrelevant to it that it takes him two seconds to recognize it's over. He waits for follow up that doesn't come, but he's not surprised. She has no reason to explain her life to him, but he suspects even if she did know him well, she wouldn't offer much else regardless.
"So when's the party?" is what he tries first, lightly, because he's determined to try another round of conversation. Maybe Soren put her in a better mood. It seems a better question to ask that anything directly about the boy in relation to Jyn.
Mechanic muttering filters from behind them. "I still don't know if she needs glasses."
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"His party is in a few days." She glances over at Cassian, jerking her head back to K2. "Is he always like this?"
As if Jyn is really being any better with her current attitude.
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Cassian sighs. "No." A beat. "This is him being polite."
It takes a lot to reprogram a droid. Cassian did do it successfully, but the complete lack of tact is an unfixable error. Or maybe he's just too used to it to care, or maybe it's some weird semblance of K2's personality that he refuses to touch.
His best friend is a rude droid. Dealing with a rude!Jyn will probably be familiar.
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It's not like she doesn't see them every time she visits her father at his office, lumbering through the halls and loitering by the hangar doors when Jyn accompanies Galen to Eadu, but it seems a curiosity to find one with Cassian.
Not to mention... She lowers her voice, stepping in closer to Cassian again, handing lifting to rest against his arm. "You might want to warn him that although his series isn't uncommon upstairs, people are still afraid of droids here. Not Soren, of course, he's too young, but." People Cassian's age, their parent's generation, people that actually remember the droid army in the Clone Wars.
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"He has been with me for twelve years. I don't intend to take him everywhere -" K2 starts to protest, but Cassian raises his hand and the droid goes silent with what could be a mechanical huff. "But I was not about to leave him unattended before he was properly debriefed."
No way was he going to let his droid sit with Krennic before he got a handle on the situation for himself. Maybe in the future but it was too rushed and jittery before.
Cassian hesitates, letting her rest her hand and tucking his arm in like a proper sort of escort. "I know he is not often welcome. I lived through the Clone Wars. But K-2SO's loyalty is mine and mine alone. It has been invaluable in the past."
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"I was only a little girl. We were on Lokori when it ended. Papa says he thought we were going to die, but then the droids all stopped working at once." He had only told her as an explanation for why he was so over-protective with her when she was newly a teenager and more reckless than she probably should have been. "I don't remember any of it, I was a toddler."
It's why droids don't bother her, why she never looked askance at K2.
"It's just up here." She gestures to a hole in the wall cafe with little tables out front under an awning, the door open to let delicious smells wafts out into the street.
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"I was in the Outer Rim." It's true and vague enough and should probably give tiny hints about his early formative years with the nature of the war out there. "I remember quite a bit, though it's all through the haze of childhood."
No more details will be forthcoming, and the only reason he offers that much is because conversation dictates him do so. When they reach the cafe, Cassian immediately looks it over. It's tiny and unassuming and there's a variety of smells. "Do you usually eat outside?"
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Jyn herself slides into the side of the booth that puts her back to the door, leaving the other side for Cassian. She feels like he would appreciate that. Once seated, Jyn pushes the scarf back from her hair, unbuttoning her coat to set down besides her unless Cassian throws her for a massive curve ball and sits next to her.
She crosses her fingers that K2 won't sit next to her.
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Fortunately his droid slides into the empty side first, his legs banging the table and shaking it and probably stepping on Jyn's foot at least once. It draws attention from a few customers, but nothing suspicious. Cassian sits far more gracefully after taking off his jacket. It'd probably be easier and more spacious to sit next to Jyn, but he's too paranoid to put his back to the door.
He squishes his jacket behind him. "Please tell me the caf isn't terrible?"
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Someone comes over to greet them and Jyn offers a brief smile to the man as he offers them menus that she just waves away. The smile is not nearly as bright as the one she had directed Soren, merely perfunctory.
Jyn orders a hot chocolate with tang bark for herself (and whipped bantha cream because she is a child) and a mug of caf for Cassian without asking. She also orders a plate of Corellian air cakes with spiced jelly, Mandalorian roba pie and fish dumpling soup, and a fruit plate for dessert, all to share. When the waiter looks at Cassian, Jyn waves him off with a brusque: "He's visiting."
Once the waiter goes back to get their food, she folds her hands in her lap and turns her attention to Cassian. "The fruit plate has starblossom. I thought you might like something from home."
Well, from Alderaan.
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When she says it's from home, he idly thinks about Fest, and if this place has anything from there. But it's so far in the Outer Rim, not like Alderaan, that he doubts it. Not that he's about to complain. He loves Alderaanian cuisine.
"Thank you," he says, perfunctory and genuine even as he bites the urge to tell her he knows how to read a menu. "I assume this is the sort of place that mostly locals frequent."
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"Yeah. The college students who use the library wouldn't dare come down here." Her mouth slants into a bored expression, constantly done with the people she goes to school with. There is a reason she has a single friend, on the entirety of the planet, there is one person Jyn doesn't mind spending time with.
"The library has a cafeteria, most of them eat there."
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Like everything else, he files away her distaste for her fellow students. He's probably already set himself apart from them by revealing he's not anywhere near fond of the Empire, but it won't be that simple.
"So if you're looking to avoid them, this is the place to be?"
The cafeteria is probably more like what he's used to on Yavin, but the further distance he can keep from Imperial cronies the better. He doesn't want his face plastered in their memories. Not while he's being some version of himself, at least.
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She's already planning on eating lunch at home now, if Cassian is looking to frequent this place. It's kind of grating, the way she has to keep adjusting her life to fit this stranger, but it's not like she can ask her father to send him back. She's rude, but she's not mean. Her father did it for a reason, she just has to figure out what the reason is.
"It's cheaper here, too." With enough food for leftovers. She glances up when the waiter brings her cocoa and Cassian's caf, murmuring quiet thanks.
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The caf comes with sugars and creamers, but Cassian ignores them and just drinks it black. He nods his own thanks. "I assume most places down here aren't busy with academics," he says, but it's not a judging statement, more like a hint he wants to check out more of them. "What about groceries?"
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Her nails drum against the mug. "I have class all day, then boxing or gymnastics or fencing or wrestling, then training at the Academy, and then I come home and actually do all of my school work." She hasn't created a stressful environment for herself at all. The only reason she was even free today was because it's not a school day and she did her running and Academy training in the morning.
Jyn is something of an overachiever, but it's both nurture (thanks, dad!) and nature (thanks, mom!). She can't just sit around and do nothing.
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"Do you sleep at all?" Which is hilarious coming from Cassian Andor who doesn't know how to function without a job or task at hand. At least he asks it more teasingly than anything else. "Or is that reserved for weekends?"
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She'd be a lot less stressed if she could stun a bunch of assholes in the name of athletics.
"I don't like sitting still."
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