[ Gonna assume he means the vehicle — should he happen across it, should it end up in his and Cassian's shop. As far as Kimiko is concerned, that's a fairly unlikely coincidence. It sure would make her life easier, though. Instead of dragging herself through this little sidequest by her nails. ]
Thanks. Gotta go.
Don't do anything that'll get you hurt.
[ Not that there's any point in telling him what to do, but — as attached as she is to her SUV, it's replaceable at the end of the day. ]
[ It's all a big if, but. Kinda hopes he does come across it (them) now. ]
Me? Nah.
[ It's interesting, though. What she says. Don't do anything that'll get you hurt. Not a thing he considers much, personally, about his own self. He doesn't take stupid chances with his life, and surviving is the fuel that's fed his life, but at the same time, he acts on things when he needs to. Does what he needs to. Not the only person who's ever worried about him, sure. Not the only person who's expressed it, either. But — those were firsts, mostly, with the crew. His crew. All of them so damn far now.
Here, well. There are threads. Connections. Tethers both loose and tightening, tightening more and more every time they talk. Like this one. He guesses it's a thing she's gotta worry about, when she knows people like him who can't heal.
She says it. The words are in plain view, and he — thinks, maybe. Thinks about them. Not the part about getting hurt, no, just what compelled her to say it, and how it lingers a little longer than things usually do. ]
See ya.
[ Soon, maybe. Adds: ]
Don't get shot again.
[ She comes back, but. Doesn't mean he likes the idea of it. ]
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Thanks.
Gotta go.
Don't do anything that'll get you hurt.
[ Not that there's any point in telling him what to do, but — as attached as she is to her SUV, it's replaceable at the end of the day. ]
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Me? Nah.
[ It's interesting, though. What she says. Don't do anything that'll get you hurt. Not a thing he considers much, personally, about his own self. He doesn't take stupid chances with his life, and surviving is the fuel that's fed his life, but at the same time, he acts on things when he needs to. Does what he needs to. Not the only person who's ever worried about him, sure. Not the only person who's expressed it, either. But — those were firsts, mostly, with the crew. His crew. All of them so damn far now.
Here, well. There are threads. Connections. Tethers both loose and tightening, tightening more and more every time they talk. Like this one. He guesses it's a thing she's gotta worry about, when she knows people like him who can't heal.
She says it. The words are in plain view, and he — thinks, maybe. Thinks about them. Not the part about getting hurt, no, just what compelled her to say it, and how it lingers a little longer than things usually do. ]
See ya.
[ Soon, maybe. Adds: ]
Don't get shot again.
[ She comes back, but. Doesn't mean he likes the idea of it. ]