As far as Bodhi's aware, Grek and Cassian don't know each other. He thinks the Ithonian's a structural engineer or something, only knows that much because they were both consulted about the charging stations at the rear docking bays when the Rebellion started hollowing out this moon. Cassian's area of expertise doesn't exactly overlap.
Not that it matters, since he wouldn't stare at a stranger like that. Nobody would. This slack-jawed, glassy-eyed balk reads more like a Core worlder stepping outside the Imperial bubble for the first time.
No space, no spies, no army.
"Hey, um," Bodhi clears his throat as Grek makes their ponderous way down the corridor. "Ey-eyes on me?"
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Date: 2018-12-02 09:00 am (UTC)Not that it matters, since he wouldn't stare at a stranger like that. Nobody would. This slack-jawed, glassy-eyed balk reads more like a Core worlder stepping outside the Imperial bubble for the first time.
No space, no spies, no army.
"Hey, um," Bodhi clears his throat as Grek makes their ponderous way down the corridor. "Ey-eyes on me?"