"Empathy." Krennic said with a bit of a twist of his mouth. "My own sense of empathy has been honed, yes, to seek out secrets and weaknesses. But I'm well aware of the way it can be blasphemed to cover a multitude of sins. I've seen it myself, seen a man brought low by concern for others." A great man, too, but Galen was hardly giving him the time of day here, aside from their working together to complete their unnamed goals.
"I understand that too, favouritism." Krennic said with a sharp nod. "We're all susceptible to it. Be watchful, going forward, as I have had to do with my keen sense of empathy, and it won't happen again." He wondered, for a moment, what her other designs were, but it wasn't considered polite to ask a lady to give up all her secrets on the first date, not that this was, in any sense of the word, a date. This was two potential allies getting together and that was how Krennic was doing to view it.
But there was nothing wrong with growing closer to a potential ally and Krennic gave her a small smile, the first one he'd shown her, as he dug down into his pocket. "I'm glad you're here. There was a big to-do when I carved this. A mob, coming to take away what they called a symbol of genocide." He held it out to her, the intricately carved Death Star, small enough to fit in the palm of his hand. He'd hidden it but then taken to carrying it around on his person, just to make sure it was safe. "You could probably keep it safer than I could."