I would be a more convincing bodyguard if I had a blaster. "No you wouldn't," murmured Cassian. "You know the drill." It had been bad enough, among Cassian's closest allies, him bringing a killdroid among them. With the Clone Wars in living memory. Let alone claiming it as a partner. If Cassian's Separatist background had been more widely known…? He never pushed them over the edge by allowing Kay to be armed. Here, in such "civilized" territory, where Droids Rights were not remotely discussed, it would be even more conspicuous.
Anyway. Did Cassian even have a blaster on him? Not the one he usually wore openly in a hip holster. He found he couldn't tell just by sensation if he had his hidden ankle holster loaded. At Canto Bight, with all its security scans, he really suspect not.
"Info console," he agreed. "This way." It was a long time since he'd been at Canto Bight before, but one more memory/hallucination test: see if he could find his way back to the consoles.
He did. (So was that a point in favor of real or not real? …Real. Have to act, at least, as if it's real.) He opted to lean as if drunk against the side of the machine so Kay could be the one to access and/or interface.
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Anyway. Did Cassian even have a blaster on him? Not the one he usually wore openly in a hip holster. He found he couldn't tell just by sensation if he had his hidden ankle holster loaded. At Canto Bight, with all its security scans, he really suspect not.
"Info console," he agreed. "This way." It was a long time since he'd been at Canto Bight before, but one more memory/hallucination test: see if he could find his way back to the consoles.
He did. (So was that a point in favor of real or not real? …Real. Have to act, at least, as if it's real.) He opted to lean as if drunk against the side of the machine so Kay could be the one to access and/or interface.