The dim glow of the hallway runninglights draw Bodhi back to his quarters. He's on second shift for the next eight rotations, barring mission deployment, and he doesn't much mind; breakfast, lunch, and dinner are interchangeable anyway - reconstituted protein blocks supplemented by whatever edible forage the quartermaster's staff can scare up - and he likes the muted activity level of the late afternoon and deep night. If there's any downside, it's that Jyn and Cassian both have first shift: Jyn to run the new recruits through drills (occasionally aided by Chirrut, who keeps to no schedule but his own) and Cassian to sift through piles of intel for useful nuggets. Their days only overlap for the few hours before Bodhi's due in the hangar, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't feel the isolation.
Color him surprised to round the final corner to his quarters and find K and Cassian approaching the door from the other end of the hall. Bodhi raises a hand in puzzled greeting. This planet has a 34 hour solar cycle, and it's well into hour 28. Shouldn't they both be asleep? Or, well, charging, he supposes.
"Cassian, Kuh-K," he nods, "I was j, just--just getting--just finishing up."
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Date: 2018-11-16 06:14 am (UTC)Color him surprised to round the final corner to his quarters and find K and Cassian approaching the door from the other end of the hall. Bodhi raises a hand in puzzled greeting. This planet has a 34 hour solar cycle, and it's well into hour 28. Shouldn't they both be asleep? Or, well, charging, he supposes.
"Cassian, Kuh-K," he nods, "I was j, just--just getting--just finishing up."