[ Whatever she may think, Cassian knows she’s the kind of woman he’s lucky to know, still willing to put up with him in spite of their storied history. Which includes plenty of injuries she’s helped patch up before today, so he’s not surprised to see Bix prepared for him when he slips into the scrapyard, laying out the supplies they’ll likely need. He appreciates someone who knows what she’s doing. ]
Hey. [ He calls out to her quietly, not wanting to scare her, and scans the place again quickly as he approaches. He’d have heard voices if there was someone else here, probably, but it never hurts to be careful. A little bit of tension carried in his shoulders eases—here in what is ostensibly a safe place, though Cassian knows better than most that safety is an illusion, that no place is really safe enough. ]
Sorry to disrupt your morning. I’m sure you’ll forgive me when I hand over your cut. [ Because he wasn’t about to let a bloodied hand and an untrustworthy buyer be for nothing. ]
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Hey. [ He calls out to her quietly, not wanting to scare her, and scans the place again quickly as he approaches. He’d have heard voices if there was someone else here, probably, but it never hurts to be careful. A little bit of tension carried in his shoulders eases—here in what is ostensibly a safe place, though Cassian knows better than most that safety is an illusion, that no place is really safe enough. ]
Sorry to disrupt your morning. I’m sure you’ll forgive me when I hand over your cut. [ Because he wasn’t about to let a bloodied hand and an untrustworthy buyer be for nothing. ]
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