The once-droid took the trousers from Cassian and simply began to try to step into them once opening the button and zipper fly. The idea of having to adjust for his balance was unnatural, as was the feeling of a curved spine as he doubled over to step into the legs.
"Yes. Hiding. That seems ideal." K-2SO said bluntly. "We are on a mysterious ship. I am made of flesh. You are--well, you. What is our objective?" He lift his head and stood up straight as he asked, drawing his pants up around his backside to his waist. There was a moment when he considered how to comfortably close the trousers before figuring it out and proceeding. The pants fit fine enough. They weren't great but they'd do for the time being.