They mustn't stay up here too long, but this bizarre stranger has bought them a bit of time. Alone together on the rooftop, Cassian switched off the red beam but kept the blaster pointed—now between the Doctor's eyes.
(This close, there were signs—old scars and callouses, expert angle of arms and steadiness of hands, aim never changing even as his eyes darted ceaselessly—that someone of the Doctor's deductive level could identify Cassian as a sharpshooter. At this range, he would not miss.)
For Cassian, so many questions, that observation alone hadn't helped. (Cassian's deductive abilities were far below the Doctor's, of course.) But okay. Information always has hierarchies. —In this case, there was also potential for—
"Show me what you just showed them," Cassian said. He'd seen the Doctor pocket the paper, so Cassian gestured slightly with the blaster, both in instruction and to reemphasize the threat. "Take it back out slowly."
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(This close, there were signs—old scars and callouses, expert angle of arms and steadiness of hands, aim never changing even as his eyes darted ceaselessly—that someone of the Doctor's deductive level could identify Cassian as a sharpshooter. At this range, he would not miss.)
For Cassian, so many questions, that observation alone hadn't helped. (Cassian's deductive abilities were far below the Doctor's, of course.) But okay. Information always has hierarchies. —In this case, there was also potential for—
"Show me what you just showed them," Cassian said. He'd seen the Doctor pocket the paper, so Cassian gestured slightly with the blaster, both in instruction and to reemphasize the threat. "Take it back out slowly."