His kind words were enough to silence her as she focused on the incoming food before them. The service was flawless and meticulous as expected of a restaurant of this caliber and a world like this, but she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to just be somewhere more peaceful with Cassian. A blanket on the ground, a simply array of food they prepared and the crew at a distance enjoying themselves. It was desperately selfish to crave simplicity, and yet with each resistance of her own to avoid truly becoming a petty thief like she called the Captain of her crew, it seemed she got dragged further into it.

It was only when he spoke up about her work and offering to provide her names, she looked at him softly pondering how to respond to that. It was a kind gesture in theory but there were so many more strings and attachments to it— frankly it would be inappropriate to use him for that purpose. Even if they wrote it off as him just repaying her for the meal, she was never the kind to want to owe anyone anything. If she offered him a cut of credits in turn, it would lead to a stranger relationship between the two. Far more stranger than being recruited for the Rebellion.

"I'll be fine Cassian, I promise. It's just a lull in work at the moment, but it happens to us all....right? Besides I should be using this time to refine my skills....skills that don't quite involve pleasuring a client.", she said idly, holding her glass slightly tilted, almost as if it were a gun. Surely he got the hint.