[ To anyone who knows Cassian, it should come as very little surprise that the minute 'medicine' and 'help' were in the same message on the Forum that he would be unable to help himself from venturing out to find it. Is this place lawless and cutthroat with everyone looking out for themselves? Yes. But that doesn't mean that he can simply turn a blind eye to anyone in need. The thought of someone in need of their medicine tugs at the wound in his heart that has never healed which is exactly how he finds himself here.
When he manages to make his way into the facilities he's drenched, but it doesn't take him long, not with determination, a little luck - and the distinct sound of frantic pounding. Drawing his blaster he rounds the corner a little more cautiously than before only to immediately making eye contact with the source of the sound: a wide-eyed woman holding something up to the glass.
A quick scan of the hall confirms there's no other soul waiting to ambush him and that's enough for him to holster is blaster and rush forward. It doesn't take him long to decipher what has to be done and that yelling is't going to do anything to serve them. Eyes dart from her in what he hopes is reassuringly before back towards the binder, missing the way the water seems to still and stare. As he mutters under his breath to himself the sequence of abstract lines and shapes there is one more thing that he needs to try and confirm.
What's the likelihood that she knows sign language? Slim; it wasn't common either and varied across the galaxy and he doesn't have time to figure out whether she does or not. Instead he whips out his phone quickly typing: ]
the code
When he manages to make his way into the facilities he's drenched, but it doesn't take him long, not with determination, a little luck - and the distinct sound of frantic pounding. Drawing his blaster he rounds the corner a little more cautiously than before only to immediately making eye contact with the source of the sound: a wide-eyed woman holding something up to the glass.
A quick scan of the hall confirms there's no other soul waiting to ambush him and that's enough for him to holster is blaster and rush forward. It doesn't take him long to decipher what has to be done and that yelling is't going to do anything to serve them. Eyes dart from her in what he hopes is reassuringly before back towards the binder, missing the way the water seems to still and stare. As he mutters under his breath to himself the sequence of abstract lines and shapes there is one more thing that he needs to try and confirm.
What's the likelihood that she knows sign language? Slim; it wasn't common either and varied across the galaxy and he doesn't have time to figure out whether she does or not. Instead he whips out his phone quickly typing: ]
do you know where the panel or computer is?