Cassidy doesn't really see what Cassian could have learned from that except for the fact that bullshitting your way through something can be a delicate art form.
"The streets're bein' monitored?" he asks, glancing around, though he keeps his shoulders hunched slightly with his hands in his pockets. "What was that you just threw?"
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"The streets're bein' monitored?" he asks, glancing around, though he keeps his shoulders hunched slightly with his hands in his pockets. "What was that you just threw?"