The TIEs are still a few kilometers from real effective range, thinks Cassian, and then thinks: what the hell does he know about effective range? A handful of numbers, that's all he's memorized, and it all sounds pretty hollow when you can see lasers break apart a nearby asteroid, necessitating an extra roll to avoid the new motion.

"Seems heartfelt to me."

A dark tone. He really wishes he could do something besides sit here and nurse the hyperdrive.

He bites his lip.

"The longer they chase us," he says, "the longer for innocents on the planet to get clear." Just putting that out there. Every smuggler has romantic notions of navigating a close-in asteroid belt, hiding and losing a tail, but Cassian is starting to think that Dameron might actually be capable of it.