bodhi was attempting not to frown, he was attempting not to let the flush on his face get too deep. he wasn’t used to people being this way, no locked doors no privacy, and he was sure that people were messing with him at this point, people dropped things, and people bent over in front of him, just to make him frustrated and flustered. as cassian straightened he swallowed and nodded. he had come with a purpose. a very important purpose. “yeah...yeah...it’s a message from mon mothma she needs you...something about a message...something with the...supply chains or a mission or something....i was just in a briefing and she told me to find you. i hope i didn’t...i hope i didn’t disturb anything....” he stammered. “what...what exactly are you doing? by the way?” he asked, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.