Cassian’s eyes gave him something that attempted to be a death-stare, attempted alone. Despite his better efforts the hint of a smile fought its way to his the corner of his lips, barely there, but there after all. Somehow that made him a little more annoyed at Oak.
“That’s not even funny” he mumbled. A hand instinctively touching the scar on his head, safely hidden under his helmet. He looked away at the end of the street, and only then allowed that full smile he could no longer fight back. A snort escaped him and then finally a laugh.
Stupid, he thought yet he was still laughing.
“Keep your eyes peeled for that tank, soldier” he elbowed him in the ribs and gave him a quick quizzical look before focusing back on the road.