They'll pay for that one later. Bodhi's never met a droid that holds a grudge quite like K2 - eternally and with lots of meant-to-be-overheard muttering. The grumbling recedes as K rounds a corner, and Bodhi punches his passcode into the doorlock with a sigh.
He has a single to himself, though he's unsure whether that's down to luck, Rogue One's hypothetical clout, his own screaming nightmares, or the fact that half of Rogue Squadron needed somewhere to stash their spare parts. Cassian's seen the ever-shifting mess before, but Hobby and Jek moved a partially disassembled Quadex power core in shift before last, and it's...leaking, a little.
"S-sorry about the ev-everyth-thing," he offers a wincing smile as he leads Cassian around the new landmark and over to the bunk nook. A desktop folds out of the wall near its head, combination table and work surface, currently littered with smaller, fiddlier projects, a stack of holo manuals, and the remains of a ration bar. He must've gotten into a project halfway through munching, as he doesn't remember leaving it there.
Bodhi gestures Cassian toward the sole chair and sinks down on the thin mattress across from it. "What, um, what's going on? Is K okay? You looked, um, you were edgy around him, just, just now."
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Date: 2018-11-20 05:47 am (UTC)He has a single to himself, though he's unsure whether that's down to luck, Rogue One's hypothetical clout, his own screaming nightmares, or the fact that half of Rogue Squadron needed somewhere to stash their spare parts. Cassian's seen the ever-shifting mess before, but Hobby and Jek moved a partially disassembled Quadex power core in shift before last, and it's...leaking, a little.
"S-sorry about the ev-everyth-thing," he offers a wincing smile as he leads Cassian around the new landmark and over to the bunk nook. A desktop folds out of the wall near its head, combination table and work surface, currently littered with smaller, fiddlier projects, a stack of holo manuals, and the remains of a ration bar. He must've gotten into a project halfway through munching, as he doesn't remember leaving it there.
Bodhi gestures Cassian toward the sole chair and sinks down on the thin mattress across from it. "What, um, what's going on? Is K okay? You looked, um, you were edgy around him, just, just now."