[cassian doesn't miss the hospital either. his own arrival included a longer than normal stay as they repaired so many of his bones. just. so many. does he say any of this? no, of course not.]

I can pass them along. [giving out his contact information always screams wHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, thanks long life of secrecy, but he's getting used to it. not being a spy is hard.]

Nor have I. [just like talking about himself is even more discomfort, but they both know blasters! they are definitely from the same universe. now cassian needs to know when. it outweighs his need to live shrouded in mystery. talking about personal injury is out, but the familiarity of blasters is in.] At least as long as I have been here. There are still plenty of people with weapons, but not so much the blaster.