Unprecedented? Unprecedented is a terrifying word coming from a droid whose primary function is analysis. Bodhi rocks back a bit, frown crinkling so tight the band of his goggles pinches at strands of his hair. K sounds...not worried, exactly, but that oddly tight shade of annoyed he gets when faced with things like vaporized cities or platoons of stormtroopers.
Not good. Not good at all.
Cassian shuffles closer, the movement drawing Bodhi's attention back with a snap. Something about the other man's posture directs his attention to his hands. At first he thinks they're twitching, jerking with strain or whatever's unsettled Cassian's mind, but then he picks up a pattern to it, an intentionality.
He's a pilot. He knows a series of signals when he sees them, even without a key. "I don't--?" Bodhi starts to shake his head, but then he asks himself: does K know these signs? Is Cassian afraid of K interpreting them?
Something awry with K would explain why Cassian seems--well, in any body else, Bodhi would call it 'upset', but considering how little Cassian lets slip from behind his tightly sealed mask, this borders on 'hysteric'. Frowning, he steps in and carefully, carefully reaches out to curl his hands around Cassian's.
"K, cou-could you go find Jyn, please?" he asks, already taking a step back toward his door. "I-I-I'll help Cassian get settled."
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Date: 2018-11-19 04:48 am (UTC)Not good. Not good at all.
Cassian shuffles closer, the movement drawing Bodhi's attention back with a snap. Something about the other man's posture directs his attention to his hands. At first he thinks they're twitching, jerking with strain or whatever's unsettled Cassian's mind, but then he picks up a pattern to it, an intentionality.
He's a pilot. He knows a series of signals when he sees them, even without a key. "I don't--?" Bodhi starts to shake his head, but then he asks himself: does K know these signs? Is Cassian afraid of K interpreting them?
Something awry with K would explain why Cassian seems--well, in any body else, Bodhi would call it 'upset', but considering how little Cassian lets slip from behind his tightly sealed mask, this borders on 'hysteric'. Frowning, he steps in and carefully, carefully reaches out to curl his hands around Cassian's.
"K, cou-could you go find Jyn, please?" he asks, already taking a step back toward his door. "I-I-I'll help Cassian get settled."