[ daisy comes and goes in the safehouse, almost always bringing some small amusement for one new arrival or another. small toys, little games, tiny trinkets of different varieties just to ease the spirit and lighten the mood. they're not storebought, but made, clearly recycled from various inorganic materials even when it's not entirely obvious as to how. forks don't flatten that easily to form spokes, and yet the model hoverbike she's holding out in cassian's direction seems fully capable of letting its wheels roll along a flat surface. ]
You look bored. [ which, to be fair, he probably is. there's not a ton to do in this safehouse beyond scroll through the infinite internet, and for most people, that's a level of tech they're just not used to. ] What's your name?
[ by now, there should be no risk of the compulsion drugs still lingering in his system. if cassian doesn't want to tell her his name, he doesn't have to. but, in daisy's experience, a smile and a friendly approach goes a long way. ]
b/c.
You look bored. [ which, to be fair, he probably is. there's not a ton to do in this safehouse beyond scroll through the infinite internet, and for most people, that's a level of tech they're just not used to. ] What's your name?
[ by now, there should be no risk of the compulsion drugs still lingering in his system. if cassian doesn't want to tell her his name, he doesn't have to. but, in daisy's experience, a smile and a friendly approach goes a long way. ]