[still holding his hand, and without diverting her gaze, she watches him — his reaction, any shifts in his face thereafter. what she sees from cassian is a relief; his frustration is her own, mirrored right in front of her, and there's a spark in his eyes that she recognizes as both familiar and trustworthy.

it tells her she's not alone in this. a smile almost forms on her mouth.

almost.

because what he knows has confirmed all of her suspicions, based on the scattered pieces she's been able to gather from one place or another, and — while they're not alone, none of it is good. she lets him speak without interruption until silence settles between them once more. when it's clear that he doesn't have more to offer to it, for the moment, she steps back in.]

You can't go five minutes without some idiot telling you to Harmonize. [she lets out a derisive snort, and rolls her eyes once before looking up at him again.] How stupid do you have to be to believe what they're all selling, just like that? For all we know, they're holding us hostage.