Cᴀssɪᴀɴ Aɴᴅᴏʀ (insurgent) wrote in themandalay, |
There was something up with Jyn. Cassian knew that without a doubt, but he couldn't put his finger on what it was precisely. Their last conversation had been strange; even through the communication devices, Cassian had felt that something was off. He hadn't reacted in any particular way to anything that she had said, but carried on a simple conversation with her to see if he could figure out what was up without actually asking her. He was a Rebel Intelligence officer. He couldn't just ask. Reading people through a silent communication device was not something Cassian did a lot of, though. He was a field agent for a reason. It didn't matter in the end, because Jyn had told him that she was coming up to see him. He'd figure out what was up soon enough, even if she didn't tell him outright. When the knock on the door sounded finally, he was in the middle of washing his face. Grabbing the towel off the rack, he patted his face dry and headed for the door. Opening it, he expected to see Jyn. He just didn't expect to see, well, everything else. Cassian prided himself on being calm under pressure, even at the very worst of times, but nothing he'd seen in his life had prepared him for this moment; he wasn't even sure how to describe what he was seeing. So he went with the first words that formed in his head. "What the kriff?" he exclaimed, grabbing the towel that was resting on his shoulder from before and throwing it straight at Jyn's face. He would have reached for his blaster first, but he didn't have it then; it was on the table by the bed. He would go for it next, though. |