Re: Jyn Erso and Cassian Andor
Cassian tilts his head, acquiescing, and half-turns to get a look at the vicinity. Mostly game booths, as she says; the line for the wheel; a short path leading to a squat public toilet incongruously decked with rosettes.
"Hold on," he says suddenly. "Who's that?" Farther down, at an angle to the way they've just come, a tall bulky figure with drooping ears (or possibly antennae?) is distributing paper flowers.