"You are a very determined sleepwalker," Cassian says in a voice so flat, he might be standing in front of Draven for a debrief. The absolute and dedicated seriousness of his remark is where he couches the humor. Outright making a joke to Jyn still feels forbidden; they're comrades and they shared a vision, a hope that was bigger than them. That doesn't mean he gets to crack wise with her.

Turning his head, Cassian observes two human surgeons making steady eye contact while a third surgeon looks on. He hopes, for everyone's sake, that General Raddus never sees this because the third surgeon looks as if a human has attempted to create a costume of a Mon Calamari without ever having met one. It's grotesque and bizarre and the overwrought music makes it all that much worse.

It's perfect.

"It's a relief to know that there are always shows like this," he says.