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Waiting is a lot of what Cassian does, waiting for an asset or a target. Today though, his wait has been for nothing and when he enters the door expecting his safehouse, he pulls off his gloves and heads to the fire.

Cold weather is complicated, it makes him homesick and more if he thinks too much about it. That's why he orders a soup and an ale as he pulls out his datapad to see how much this missed meeting changes his next steps.

Partway through his work, he looks up to realize there's an episode of Tentacles of the Waves on that he hasn't seen before.

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Dinah is at the bar, just in his sightline towwards the screen showing the soap in question. She's in casual wear right now, comfortable fitting jeans and a flannel shirt tied in a knot at the waist, and she's nursing a bottle of beer.

She glances over when she gets the impression someone's looking, catches him looking at the TV, and grins.

"It is one of the better episodes," she says.

He looks over to her and smiles back at her grin, a little shy, the friendliness here always takes a moment of adjusting to, "I don't think I've seen it before. I would have remembered this many reveals."

"Wait til the big act three twist."

With typically aggressive friendliness Dinah grabs her beer and abandons her barstool to join him by the fire.

"If it is that one. I don't think I've seen it in years."

"They do have some tropes they really like," He shifts the remains of his soup and a rat comes to take it away as she comes over.

"That's because they are classic staples of storytelling," Dinah, the connoisseur of trashy soap operas, informs him. "Have they had the reveal about the evil egg-clump-mate yet?"

"Yes, that one I didn't see coming," And usually he's good at predicting turns like that.

"I mean I think squid lay eggs in clumps of thousands," Dinah takes a swig of her beer as she pauses mid sentence to think about the implication, "so you'd think at least one of them turning out evil is a statistical certainty."

"I could ask a Mon Cala or Nautolan, they've probably watched egg laying. The odds for evil are always fairly high. Wait, I think another reveal's coming up,"

The squid seem to be posturing and new colors are coming into the mix.

"Oh this is a good one!"

Dinah is unfortunately that kind of tv watching companion. She leans back in her chair and crosses an ankle over her knee, splitting her attention between the screen and Cassian, in order to watch his reaction.

His eyes go wide as it turns out that the clump mate killed the family matriarch, poisoning her by an anemone in her cave, "That's clever and cruel."

"And so evil," Dinah says, as the credits start to roll. "Wait til the next one, though. He'll get his come uppance and it's really satisfying."

"Good," He leans back and takes a long drink of his ale now that he's not as focused on the show, "I'm Cassian."

"Dinah," says she, lifting her bottle in a toasting gesture to greet him. "America, Earth, late twentieth century."

"I'm from the Galactic Empire, a pilot so not exactly from any one planet," Cassian nods in recognition, he's met a lot of people from various Earths.

And he's not going to use the Empire's calendar if he doesn't have to.

"'Galactic Empire,'" Dinah repeats, taking a mouthful of beer. "Well that doesn't sound like an oppressive regime of evil or anything."

It totally does.

Cassian nods at her reaction, he appreciates being able to talk about how awful the Empire is safely here,

"Not according to them. I'm working on getting them out of power."

"Good for you," she says, and toasts him again. "I'd offer my help, but I'm completely out of my element in space. If you need asses kicked in a decent gravitational field, though, look me up."

"I'll remember that. We always need more fighters," Since the Empire has the numbers on them.

"It's not an empty promise," she assures him. "My friends and I have seen off a few planetary invasions our time."

But he doesn't want to hear her boast, surely.

"How's your work going now?"

"Thank you. You have? Its going, not as well as I want as there was a problem but those always happen,"

Planetary invasions aren't a common problem. He just has to adjust and make a new plan.

"My planet's weird," Dinah explains. "There are lots of people with unique abilities that most of us don't, and when the world is threatened they band together to defend it. Along with those people who don't have those abilities but do have more courage than sense."

She's the latter these days.

"What kinds of abilities?" As a description like that could fit a couple of versions of Earth he's heard of.

"Well, like my friend Kal can fly," she offers. "My friend Hal had a magic ring that can prett6y much do anything. And - oh, do you know Barry?"

He's been in bar in costume, mask down. It's not a secret, right?

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"Barry Allen, yes," That explains a lot as Barry's world is full of abilities and heroes.

"I'm from the next universe over," Dinah says with a little shifting of her hands to indicate first one universe and then one that's a significant gap away.

"My version of him and I were part of the Justice League together."

"A Justice League, he would like that," It would be a good fit for Barry.

She grins, nodding her agreement. It was pretty cool.

"Before you ask, no I can't run really fast. I just hit people at regular speed."

"That's what I do or hit them with blasters from farther away," Violence is violence.

"I never really mastered ranged weaponry."

Why would you when you're carrying a sonic weapon that can take down tanks? Now she just lets other people handle the ranged work.

"Hand to hand though, that's my forte."

"I can do both but I'm often on missions on my own or with my droid."

"Oh I wish I had an android to back me up," Dinah says with a grin and a touch of one-upmanship. "Most of the time these days it's just me and my remote partner."

"Back up is back up and Kay can't always be with me on every mission. How remote is your partner?"

Knowing there's something to help is always useful.

"Do you know I don't know?" Dinah says, tapping a discreet bird shaped earring that she's wearing. "She's just a voice in my ear. Could be in Europe for all I know. I know she's planetside, at least?"

"How did she end up in your ear?"

Cassian works with people who don't know him but that seems like another level of trust.

"She sent me flowers," Dinah says cheerfully. "Along with these beauties. She picks the targets, I take them down. It's crazy but it works."

"They must have been really nice flowers. What kinds of targets do you deal with?"

"Well I used to be a florist," Dinah says with a sly smile that's mildly flirtatious. "I'm anyone's for a good bouquet."

As to the meat of the question: "High level organised crime, usually. Drug cartels, human traffickers, your run-of-the-mill scum of the earth."

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He raises an eyebrow as that's an odd sort of flirt,

"It must have been a really nice bouquet. The kind of people that need to be taken down."

"Yep," Dinah agrees. "She's pretty good at tracking them down, as well. Never a dull moment, but I know I can trust her."

"That's important and not always easy to find," Someone you can trust as back up and giving connections is nice.

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