It's Dutch. [ her lips quirk, briefly. then her shoulders lift. ] Yalena Yardeen, on the network. [ they'd asked her for a first and a last name. she'd thought of her mother/grandmother, the first yalena yardeen, the woman aneela had named her after. the name yalena yardeen carried so many terrible memories for so many years.
now, she's not sure what it means anymore. cassian doesn't need to know any of that. ]
What's yours?
[ she unwinds her fingers from his shirt one by one, patting it down briefly before holding out her hand for him to take. ] I'm almost insulted. [ he's good-looking, but he's also pretty damn unresponsive, so dutch wouldn't have kissed him, if that was his worry. ]
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now, she's not sure what it means anymore. cassian doesn't need to know any of that. ]
What's yours?
[ she unwinds her fingers from his shirt one by one, patting it down briefly before holding out her hand for him to take. ] I'm almost insulted. [ he's good-looking, but he's also pretty damn unresponsive, so dutch wouldn't have kissed him, if that was his worry. ]