The parts of Dameron's history that he'd skimmed didn't include this, as it happens. He's just the kind of guy who's discussed around the Resistance. The subject of many rumors, a lot of tall tales, and not a few toasts to personal heroics. Cassian knows about Yavin because he knows that Dameron's parents lived on the planet where the famous Rebel base was located. It's the sort of detail he tends to keep around, in case it might be useful later.

"I wasn't interested in where you came from, actually," says Cassian, deciding to go with the truth. "Just what you can do." And what he has done. He needed to know how likely Dameron would be to freeze up in the middle of a mission, just what kind of challenging situations he could get Cassian out of, just how likely he'd be to follow orders or to want to be in charge himself. "Though I might be the only one."

He's more comfortable like this. He's gone relaxed against Poe, deliberately; this is his version of resting mid-mission. Catnaps are all well and good, but when he's under direct threat he has to choose to sleep, and right now he's not choosing to. Being against someone like this, though -- there is a level of honesty, of sublingual communication that tends to make Cassian feel safer. He would know in an instant if someone wrapped around him ever had threat on their mind, and there's nothing like that on Poe's. The pilot's attached to him like he was just waiting for an invitation.

Is that... is Poe nuzzling him? No, smoothing down his hair. Cassian stifles the chuckle before it makes it to his throat.

"Must be hard to get your arms around the S-foils," he remarks.