"Well you could." He points out. "I mean, I can handle myself, but it's good to know who around here is on the level."
So that, might register to her as a lie? He can handle himself - he has done plenty of manipulating and dishonest things to keep himself getting by and certainly can continue to do that - but it's really hard on him not to have Chewbaca around. They haven't known each other long, but, he's starting to realize how much he relies on his loyal friend.
Anyway, yeah, the language change makes it hard for him to tell exactly what she's doing at the counter and it's further complicated by fact that while he sees them prepping her drink ... he's remembering what cinnamon is. Those distinctive, spice sticks. Oh, he doesn't know it by the basic name, but he knows what it's called in wookie and with it comes a whole flood of memories that he wasn't prepared to deal with at this moment.
He, finally, holsters that blaster and takes off the mask. He really should have taken it off when he noticed that every damn humanoid between his ship and this coffee place was breathing just fine. He rubs the heals of his hands, to hide the emotion welling up in them.
Make it so ...? God that sounds weird in my head when he says it.
So that, might register to her as a lie? He can handle himself - he has done plenty of manipulating and dishonest things to keep himself getting by and certainly can continue to do that - but it's really hard on him not to have Chewbaca around. They haven't known each other long, but, he's starting to realize how much he relies on his loyal friend.
Anyway, yeah, the language change makes it hard for him to tell exactly what she's doing at the counter and it's further complicated by fact that while he sees them prepping her drink ... he's remembering what cinnamon is. Those distinctive, spice sticks. Oh, he doesn't know it by the basic name, but he knows what it's called in wookie and with it comes a whole flood of memories that he wasn't prepared to deal with at this moment.
He, finally, holsters that blaster and takes off the mask. He really should have taken it off when he noticed that every damn humanoid between his ship and this coffee place was breathing just fine. He rubs the heals of his hands, to hide the emotion welling up in them.