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Cassian knows that taking commercial transport is the safest way to travel back from Corsin but he's missing Kay and a ship he knows. After being trapped in Milliways at a smaller size, having to listen to conversations praising how well the Empire runs things makes him feel more tired.

He opens the door to the 'fresher and whispers a grateful thank you in Festian when he spots Milliways. Once he's splashed some actual water on his face, he sits at the counter to order a caf and pulls out his datapad to do proper work. Some of his analysis he can study in public but when it comes to planning an undercover mission, he can't risk anything being seen on the transport.

After some work, he gets up to move behind the counter and get into the kitchen to make hot chocolate and look over the pantry. He's always amazed how much is here, maybe he'll do some cooking soon.

Tiny tag: Cassian Andor
OOC: Slightly recycled EP

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Graverobber's just chilling in the kitchen, noshing on a bag of chips and leaning against a countertop. When Cassian walks in, he gestures a hello with his chip-holing hand. "Hey there," he says, seeing Cassian grab the hot chocolate. "How's it going?"

Cassian shrugs and starts heating milk, "Not too bad, I'm stuck doing some traveling. How are you? I didn't know you cooked. Oh and I'll have that tarp for you in a little while."

"I don't cook, I just hang around and sometimes watch other people cook," he answers, still munching on his food. "I'm doing pretty good! Got a giant honking flyer up in the bar area now. And no worries about the tarp, anytime you can drop that off will be excellent."

"Do you want some hot chocolate? I noticed it. Any takers or trouble?"

"Sure, I won't say no to a mug of chocolate," he says with a grin. "And sort of? A doctor in the clinic now has my face on file and had let me know his strong opinions on leaving needles around his children's playground, which wasn't happening, but whatever. Also I think one of his kids put up a poster too saying that drugs make your nose fall off. But hey! I'm getting noticed, which may not have been the main goal, but it was definitely a goal."

Cassian raises an eyebrow and gets out another mug, "Its good that he's protective but I didn't know there was a playground here. Most of the children I've met here can take care of themselves or have adults to do the taking care of."

He appreciates someone trying to protect kids, he knows how hard that can be in a difficult galaxy.

"I'm not gonna do anything to his kids or anyone's kids, regardless," he says. It's not that he doesn't get the protectiveness, really, it was more the lecture that rankled him. "I'm scuzzy, I know that, but I ain't that kind of asshole."

"No, you're not, but some people like to tell you their opinions. I've had my share of that here and elsewhere. I'm getting some of it now as I'm on a transport full of people who praise how well the Empire works,"

He's doing a lot of ignoring and nodding because he can't call attention to himself and its hard.

"Ah, sounds like fun times, then," he says dryly. "Having to hold your tongue all day, then?"

"Yes, couple of days before I'm in a safe place."

"Blech. At least it's only a couple days, but blech," he says.

"Its a part of my work and at least Milliways was good enough to appear for me."

"Yeah that's true," he says. "Nice to have a place where you can get away for a bit and no one notices you're gone."

"Yes, and where there's more time as there's never enough."

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"Yeah, that too," he says. "Get a chance to wind down and clear your head and you still haven't missed a damn thing back home."

He hands Graverobber a mug of his own mix of spiced hot chocolate, "No, I do keep expecting it not to work sometime, but it keeps being reliable."

"Thanks for the chocolate," he says, accepting the mug gratefully. "Yeah, I admit, I'm worried that'll happen one day too. But I guess it's not something you can do much about. If it happens, it happens."

"Yes, I know I try to enjoy what I can here and use it how I can."

"Yeah. Nothing wrong with making use of it while you know you've still got it," he agrees.

"I've found that works well, you never know what opportunities will appear or disappear."

"Yeah, nothing wrong with seizing the day, or seizing a bull by the horns, or seizing the intergalactic bar at the end of universe, as it were," he says. "If it's gonna open up opportunities, ain't nothing wrong with using it." Like putting up a flyer!

"No, do you think you'll get more customers?"

"Maybe. I dunno, I'm aware that 'here take this brain juice, it's awesome' is a tough sell outside my own world, but I've gotten a couple of repeat customers before," he says with a shrug. "So who knows? Can't hurt to try, if nothing else."

"And new people do come in, they might be interested."

"True point! The bar does seem to have an ever-changing clientele list, so who knows who might wander in."