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At a booth that provides good sight lines, Cassian is in the process of cleaning and checking his blaster. Not too long ago, he was on a planet with a lot of rain and industrial pollution and his blaster hasn't been working as it should.

As he works, he has his datapad beside him and every once in a while, he taps it to read something else. A caf is going cold next to him and he keeps absently eating from the plate of spiced bread that Bar gave him.

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"That's a rare place of safety. Its good that you have it."

Sinric chuckles softly, shaking his head. "Not a place. Nor entirely safe. I'm no warrior, as you can see." he gestures to the delicate slenderness of his frame. "I live by my wit, my will, and my voice. A blade would do me no good."

Cassian raises an eyebrow at that because he's built along lean lines and finds ways to fight.

"It never hurts to have another way to protect yourself."

"Just so." Sinric nods to the blaster. "That's why I ask. I can't carry axe or sword. Or anything larger than a knife. But something like that, something small that can be hidden..."

"This is larger and bulkier than a knife and would require charging and ammunition. Even the smallest blaster still needs to be loaded. A knife is far simpler and easier to hide."

Also he's wary of teaching someone from another world to use a blaster, they're powerful weapons and he knows the damage they can do.

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"Alas, not much use to me then." He broods over the rim of his glass. "But if you would permit, I'd still like to know what it's like to use it. If you'll let me?"

"Do you know how to use a knife to fight? Vibraknives are more common in my galaxy than the knives I've seen here but I know how to fight with them." Cassian finishes the last of his caf and picks up a piece of bread as he stands up, holstering his blaster.

He's surprised that Sinric never learned to fight with a knife or something small as from his experience with slaves, they all find ways to keep themselves safe. "Yes, I can show you on the firing range."

"Not to fight. To defend myself in a corner. But I prefers it never comes to that."

Sinric finishes off his wine and gestures Cassian to lead on.

"Preference never comes into fights." In his work, he tries to control as many variables as he can but the galaxy is violent. That's something he's accepted, it seems as if Sinric's situation is one where that isn't true.

Outside, he heads towards the firing range and when he gets there, checks his blaster once more. Then fires off about six rounds into the middle distance target, all clustered around the center.

"Just so." but there are other forms of persuasion too.

He stands well back, out of Cassian's way and watches. "Most impressive."

Cassian nods in acknowledge of the compliment and then hands the blaster to Sinric.

"Its fairly simple to use, safety here, trigger here."

Sinric takes his time, measuring the weight of it before aiming. "Safety off, pull trigger?"

"Squeeze the trigger, there's a little recoil too."

Sinric nods and squeezes the trigger slowly. The recoil is a little more than he expected but he keeps the blaster steady. His first shot is wide, grazing the edge of the target.

But he aims again, hitting closer to centre this time. But the recoil is more noticeable this time and he has to lower it.

"It takes some getting used to but you can feel the power in it."

"More that I expected." Sinric nods, offering the weapon back to Cassian. "More, perhaps than I feel safe with."

Cassian nods as he takes his blaster back, he's relieved that Sinric doesn't have to learn to use a blaster.

"I had to learn as a boy. I hope you can find something that will make you feel safe and more at ease."

"Perhaps it is that I need to accept what I can't control, and be at ease with that." Sinric shrugs.

"If what you can't control is putting you in danger then you need to reconsider where you are and what you're doing. There are always going to be variables that you can't control but its possible to find ways to have it. Or use what's going on around you to keep yourself safe."

Knowing the hows and whys of his galaxy is Cassian's life and so he chooses to go into dangerous positions and that means someone else won't have to.

"That's not always a choice I get to make. My path is... often outside my control. Where I go, I don't always know the reason. Only that it's where I need to be."

"But I know I have many years left to live. There are things I need to do yet."

"Do you figure out the reason when you're where you're going?"

It seems trusting and hopeful in a way that Cassian doesn't understand.

"Sometimes. Sometimes in hindsight I'm able to see the connections that brought me there. Sometimes, like now, I found my way to someone who needed me. And I needed him."

"That leaves a lot to chance, but its good that it worked this time."

"Not necessarily chance. Something closer to fate perhaps." Sinric shrugs. "It is the cost of living the way I do. The cost of the second chance I was given."

"What's the difference?"

There clearly is one to Sinric though Cassian doesn't know if he could define one. They're both something beyond you that doesn't seem to take your thoughts into consideration.