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Stuck planet-bound for a couple of days because of repairs -- and with less of a budget than usual because of said repairs -- heading in to Milliways for rest, relaxation, and something a little more textured than nutrient paste seemed like as good an idea as any.

Having his clothing replaced by a very tight jumpsuit in black and gold was something of a surprise.

Hera, too, looks nonplussed to have her usual shipboard attire replaced by a red and black jumpsuit. The look she casts Kanan is concerned, checking to see if his Force senses are sending up any alarm signals.

Kanan's hands immediately drop to his hips, where the two parts of his lightsaber are still hanging, though the way they're attached to his belt is a little different than before. That's something, at least.

"So this is . . . unexpected." Give him a minute, he was not expecting his clothes to disappear.

Hera just raises one eyebrow at him, lekku twitching in mocking commentary.

"And anything about this place isn't, love?"

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Cassian's figured out that within his suit he has lockpicks, some kind of slim possibly datapad and maybe an early form of projector.

While he misses his weapons, he appreciates having puzzles to work on after his odd night. When he sees Hera and Kanan, he leans forward trying to figure out there outfits, "Hello, I think this is for an Earth holiday."

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They are not going to be much help in that figuring out process.

Kanan looks Cassian over, hands relaxing at his sides, just a little.

"Really? It doesn't seem all that festive, really."

He looks down at his new jumpsuit again, then over to Cassian's monochrome getup.

"Sorry."

"Yours might be festive," she says to Cassian. The clothing is rather colorless, but then, the variety she's seen in here has only reminded Hera of how little fashion sense she has.

"But ours look like uniforms." Hera glances down to the small, bronze-and-silver badge on her chest, and the similar one on Kanan's.

"They do. Apparently this might be connected to an earth idea of some kind of agent. I don't understand it but at least its simple,"

He gestures to the seats at his table if they want to join him, he could use the company. The outfit combined with his dreams last night have left him feeling the weight of what he does on him.

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Kanan reaches up to touch the badge, and it beeps.

"Well, that's -- "

Still probably not festive.

"What kind of agent? I'm going to go out on a limb and guess you're not talking about some kind of planetary customs."

Unless he is, of course.

Hera steps forward to take a seat at Cassian's table.

"It seems a little..."

She thinks for a moment, for the right word. "... arbitrary."

Cassian rubs the back of his neck, there's a logic behind his costume but its not one he feels comfortable sharing in the open,

"I think there's some thought behind it. An agent who finds information, a glamorous idea of one."

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"You're a fan of glamour?"

Given how Cassian usually dresses and carries himself, it seems . . . unlikely. Then again, Kanan doesn't really know him that well, so.

"I think it means this place is."

Hera tends to think of more color when it comes to 'glamorous,' but then, she has very little experience with glamour to begin with.

"But I still don't know what that means for us."

"No, not really. I don't like anything that makes me stand out too much. I think there is some meaning that we're not always aware of. Maybe its the uniform of another world. I think I've seen it around here,"

It probably fits who they are as well as his fits him in terms of meaning if not style.

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"You have? Huh."

Kanan's already scanning the area, trying to see if anyone else is dressed like them. This pass, at least, shows him nothing. Oh well.

"I guess it's better than an Imperial uniform. That -- "

And here he addresses himself to the room at large.

" -- would not be funny."

"No, it wouldn't," she agrees, though in a soft, measured tone.

She glances down at her new clothes again, tugging at her collar to get a look at it. "But it does look like some kind of military uniform."

"But it doesn't seem to have a holster," Its a positive of sorts and makes it less like an Imperial uniform.

"It's got places for attaching something," Kanan notes, tugging at the waist of his uniform.

"Do you think I can get kicked out of the military that I never really joined?"

He looks at Hera as he says this, because he really would make the worst military officer. Right?

"I don't think this place can draft us into a military.

Hera reaches down to her waist, finding the blaster once holstered to her ankle now latched to her belt. From her other hip, she pulls out a small, boxy gadget.

"I don't know if this is a weapon," she says, very gently flipping it open, just in case it is.

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"Bar doesn't give out weapons so drafting doesn't seem her style. I don't know either, but it doesn't look like one. Does anything look like it might fire?"

Cassian gives Kanan a thoughtful look, he's very anti-military.

About some things, Kanan is not very subtle.

Such as how he is currently peering over Hera's shoulder, looking at the boxy doohickey she just flipped open.

"Is it -- "

No, surely not.

"Is it a really bulky datapad? Or a very basic biosign detector?"

"Maybe?"

Now feeling fairly confident that it's not a weapon, she holds it up to Cassian to see if he can make any sense out of it. "I'm not sure what the readings are supposed to mean."

He peers down at it, trying to make sense of what's on the screen,

"That line seems to be measuring something consistent."

"It could just be oxygen in the air," Kanan observes.

"Or maybe temperature?"

It's not exactly a pulsing line, so . . .

Hera shrugs, putting the device down on the table.

"If it won't explode or blast anyone, I'm not going to worry about it."

"That seems wise. How's business?"

When a rat comes by he orders a pot of good caf.

Kanan tears his gaze away from the device, flicking a quick glance at Hera as he does so.

"We're still flying, which has got to count for something."

Right?

"I'd say we're doing about as well as usual," she says, not being coy about returning Kanan's brief gaze.

"How about you?"

"Always does and about the same. No big jobs just a few that keep me moving,"

Mainly contacting informants and at this point, not as many of the kind he doesn't like.

"Hmm, well," Kanan says, and if he's a little startled at Hera's direct gaze, it doesn't show.

"What counts as a big job, for you?"

If Hera's not hiding the fact that they're conferring on what to talk or not talk about, maybe more direct conversation isn't a terrible idea. Or at least maybe it's time to test the waters, see if Cassian is willing to share more..

(Maybe.)

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Hera glances again at Kanan, but doesn't add anything.

Cassian glances between them and where they're sitting before starting with a true answer that's a beginning,

"Ones where I have to deal more with the Empire and don't have as many options as I'd like. But when they work, I can sometimes find useful openings."

Big sabotage jobs or times when he's undercover long enough to get intel that changes what's possible.

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"Dealing with the Empire can be inevitable," Hera says, no sideways glance this time.

"Especially if you don't want to stay small."

Kanan huffs out a breath of what isn't laughter.

"Or even if you do."

"Sometimes staying small is the best way to accomplish something as the Empire's big enough to hide a lot. Even they can't see everything,"

Though that also means that other people don't know what you're doing. And that kind of word of mouth can create hope, its just not the kind of job Cassian usually does.

"There can be plenty of work," she answers.

"Even too much."

"But it all still needs to get done," Kanan says.

He is very aware of the disassembled lightsaber hanging at his hip, right now.

"And no one can hide forever."

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At Kanan's comment about hiding, Cassian meets his gaze, he's been fighting as soon as he knew how,

"It does, all over the galaxy. Hiding in plain sight can be a way to do that."

Its as clear an admission he can make of what he does in the open.

"It can be," Hera agrees, her voice more measured now.

"There's never only one way."

It hurt to learn that, once.

"Well, there's rarely only one way."

"No, there are many ways, all depending on the situation. Perhaps we could discuss some of them in a quieter place,"

Being adaptable is how he works since he doesn't have any more back up than Kay. He runs his hand through his hair, slightly messing up the neat hairstyle, but he's feeling vulnerable and hopeful. It would be nice to know about the possible allies he has here.

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It's in these moments that Kanan has learned to be most trusting of the Force. And right now it's not negative, but there's still a sense of waiting, of potential that still needs room to grow.

And that is why, without glancing toward Hera, Kanan opens his mouth to speak.

"Maybe."

That feeling of potential still hangs there, just out of reach, somewhere farther down the line.

"But not today."

Hera doesn't speak.

But she looks from Kanan to Cassian, and smiles.

Its not a no and Hera's smiling, Cassian's missing some element of their conversation, but it doesn't feel against him.

He'll take it for today and nods, "Another time, perhaps."

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