Oh, absolutely. If you could die from boredom, I'd be burying you right now.

[ there's an easygoing quality to her tone, teasing and light even amidst the dullness of the safehouse; though he doesn't invite her to, daisy drops down to join him, pulling her legs up to sit butterfly style on the cot. ]

It's Daisy. And I'm not a saleswoman, because those aren't for sale. [ she just gave it to you, cassian, did she ask you for money? ] Plus, they're pretty rough-looking. Not sure I could charge very much for them anyway.