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Cassian wasn't planning on being back in Milliways so soon after the party, its not even been a week on his side of the door. Though with his ribs still hurting and how uncomfortable his recon is being, he's glad of a change of scenery.

He's on one of the couches with a good view of the room, using a pillow to stay in a not too painful position as he works on his datapad. The painkillers from Bar are helping a little, so he's sipping a caf and at times glancing up at Tentacles of Our Waves on the TV. All the squids are gathering for a grand occasion, Cassian hasn't been able to figure out what it is yet.

Later in the day, when he goes up to get something to eat, Cassian leaves a note for Barry.

Barry,
I'm sorry for pressing you on New Year's Eve. My training to push for information came to the surface. You and Cisco are welcome to work on the X-wing and I'll keep out of your way.

Captain Cassian Andor

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"Not where I'm from," he says with a slight sigh. "You should see what some people do for likes on social media."

He watches Cassian pull in that breath, noting the stuttering action and wince, and shaking his head.

"I seriously think you should get that checked out. That seems worse than a bruising, and if it's anything more than a hairline you could run into complications. At the very least you'll want to pull in one of those deep breaths every once in awhile to keep your lungs clear and prevent pneumonia."

"For likes? If you're doing damage to put across a message, it should be clear and not for notoriety. That never ends up helping anything and hurts those who are trying to do other actions. Do you want to check it over? I think there are scanners in the infirmary,"

Medics and doctors always ask questions, Barry knows what happened and if he's concerned, checking it out will reassure him.

"Causing damage is the worst way to spread a message. It shouldn't be done at all," he replies.

There's a brief flash of heat, but Barry lets it go, focusing instead on Cassian's injury.

On the question, Barry hesitates. "I usually only work on dead people."

But, if that's what it takes to get Cassian checked out...

"But yeah, I guess I could do that."

Cassian considers pointing out that sometimes its the only way but this isn't the time.

This place they're at is too fragile to get into that discussion,

"If it looks bad, we can get one of the doctors in."

No, it really isn't the time.

Standing up, Barry hefts his case up again, watching Cassian.

"Sure. Need a hand up?"

"I don't know,"

He takes his time and gets up with only one bad moment.

Barry steps forward, his arm held in position to lend support if Cassian needs to take it.

"Just how big was the Locan guy?"

"Bigger and wider than me. Sitting made me a little stiff, that's all,"

Once he's standing, he can move a touch easier.

He walks along with Cassian, headed for the infirmary hallway.

"I don't suppose there's any chance you could start wearing some kind of body armor, is there?"

"No, that would draw too much attention to me,"

He walks without needing to lean just with a few winces.

"I figured," he says with a small sigh. The stuff Oliver wears certainly wouldn't go unnoticed on Cassian.

"It's a risk of what I do and I'm able to get away before things get really bad."

"Believe me, I know about risking yourself." He certainly doesn't do those types of things Cassian does, but Barry risks plenty doing what he feels he should for his city.

"You might try and get away a little faster next time," he adds, teasing just a little, trying to figure out where they're at now, as friends.

Cassian glances over at Barry, he doesn't know what to mention,

"I will but I'm not as fast as you."

"To be fair, most people aren't," he says. From anyone else that would be a brag, but it's a touch too awkward from Barry to be pulled off right.

Awkward is progress from where they were before and he nods, "No, but I am good at hiding in plain sight."

When they enter the Infirmary, Cassian looks for anything that looks like a familiar scanner.

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Barry looks for equipment he recognizes. He has doubts that there will be a CT or MRI scanner, so he looks about for an X-ray machine.

"I hope nobody gets mad at us for poking around the stuff in here," he says.

He spots something that looks like a medisensor,

"They won't be. I was in here another time when I was hurt and left a note."

It wasn't that simple but it worked out better than Cassian had hoped.

"I know it'd probably drive my doctor nuts if I started fooling around with her equipment." Caitlin is very particular about her space. "And she'd kill me if I ever thought about taking care of something on my own and just leaving a note."

Tilting his head at Cassian, he asks, "What's that?"

"I wouldn't dare do this on base. Doctor Relyne has enough reasons to want me out of her medbay. A scanner, I think though it doesn't look like the ones I know."

"You're that bad a patient, huh?" he asks.

"Yyyeah, I don't know how to use that, either." Although he might be privately geeking out just a bit. Maybe if he comes back sometime Guppy will give him an infirmary run through.

"Check it, let's get a chest X-ray, I can do that." He's fairly confident he can, at least.

He nods at a machine against the wall that he hopes is what it looks like.

"I don't like being stuck which healing needs. Oh, I know about those, they can make scanners harder to get through,"

His escape kit is shielded against them and other kinds of scanners.

"Well nobody likes being laid up, but it's usually better than making things worse."

He looks over the equipment and nods to himself, pretty sure he should be able to manage working it.

"You're going to need to undress from the waste up. If you've got a t-shirt you can leave that on, otherwise I can find you a gown."

"I've got something,"

Cassian pulls over a chair and takes off his jacket, then his shirt, he an undershirt on and unholsters his blaster in case it interferes with anything.

"Yeah, take off anything metal you have, including chains or tags." He doesn't know if the Rebellion does dog tags, but it doesn't hurt to be thorough.

The machine is a digital X-ray, which is great because Barry wouldn't be so comfortable processing film.

He looks around and locates a lead apron, bringing it over to Cassian.

"Here, put that around your waist."