[ Poe adjusts his grip on the grocery bag, looking the two of them over curiously. There's something familiar about the way the guy moves to flank the woman, something between protocol and protectiveness. ]
Hope he wasn't bothering you.
[ BB-8 trills a protest and says he was not. Then he peeps out Cassian's name, and Poe looks down at him in sharp surprise. ] Cassian?
[ He looks back up at the two of them. A man named Cassian, with a young woman. There could be more than one Cassian on this moon. There definitely could be. But if these two are who Poe thinks they are, he's looking at heroes. Dead heroes. People without whom the Empire might not have been brought down.
Two dead heroes who are younger than he is. ] No way.
no subject
[ Poe adjusts his grip on the grocery bag, looking the two of them over curiously. There's something familiar about the way the guy moves to flank the woman, something between protocol and protectiveness. ]
Hope he wasn't bothering you.
[ BB-8 trills a protest and says he was not. Then he peeps out Cassian's name, and Poe looks down at him in sharp surprise. ] Cassian?
[ He looks back up at the two of them. A man named Cassian, with a young woman. There could be more than one Cassian on this moon. There definitely could be. But if these two are who Poe thinks they are, he's looking at heroes. Dead heroes. People without whom the Empire might not have been brought down.
Two dead heroes who are younger than he is. ] No way.