"Wh-what's a robot?" the idea of K as anything other than an eight foot tall, spindle-limbed hulk is as alien as anything else Cassian's said so far. Bodhi doesn't quite grasp the whole meaning of terms like 'sci-fi' or 'mirror universe' either, but the overall intent carries: Cassian is somehow as unmoored from this reality as Bodhi fears finding himself.
"I might...might know someone we can ah-ask," he straightens, hands slowly lowering to his lap. Someone who can read Cassian in ways Bodhi can't. Someone who might know what's wrong outside of a med-scan. "C-come on, we need to find Chirrut."
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Date: 2018-11-22 09:00 am (UTC)"I might...might know someone we can ah-ask," he straightens, hands slowly lowering to his lap. Someone who can read Cassian in ways Bodhi can't. Someone who might know what's wrong outside of a med-scan. "C-come on, we need to find Chirrut."