"Just one dinner?" returns Cassian. "Pilots are so easy."
Funny; Poe was bantering earlier, effortlessly, while he flew. Now, Cassian can do the same, while it's Poe who's having trouble with helplessness. Keep this up, and they might actually have some kind of decent partnership -- one where one of them knows what's going on at any given time.
Cassian dismisses that thought as fast as it occurs to him. He's not looking for a partnership. He works better on his own, without entanglements. Attachments.
He undoes his own harness and bundles up the blanket quickly, to preserve any heat trapped in the cloth. Maneuvering is easy and fluid, again, in the low gravity; he slips between the two chairs and heads back. There aren't any straps that would keep someone in place on the bunk, but the blankets will do just fine, tucked in and secured under the mattress. Cassian goes about getting that ready, braced upside-down from the ship's normal gravitational orientation.
Truth be told, he likes negligible gravity. It's like a mental game he plays with himself, reorienting his frame of reference. Which way is 'down', which way is 'up', which way he's oriented relative to the two.
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Funny; Poe was bantering earlier, effortlessly, while he flew. Now, Cassian can do the same, while it's Poe who's having trouble with helplessness. Keep this up, and they might actually have some kind of decent partnership -- one where one of them knows what's going on at any given time.
Cassian dismisses that thought as fast as it occurs to him. He's not looking for a partnership. He works better on his own, without entanglements. Attachments.
He undoes his own harness and bundles up the blanket quickly, to preserve any heat trapped in the cloth. Maneuvering is easy and fluid, again, in the low gravity; he slips between the two chairs and heads back. There aren't any straps that would keep someone in place on the bunk, but the blankets will do just fine, tucked in and secured under the mattress. Cassian goes about getting that ready, braced upside-down from the ship's normal gravitational orientation.
Truth be told, he likes negligible gravity. It's like a mental game he plays with himself, reorienting his frame of reference. Which way is 'down', which way is 'up', which way he's oriented relative to the two.