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[evite]

i'm not busy. i've literally just been sitting here marathoning new amsterdam's version of the bachelor, so it's all good

( normally, she'd offer to go out and meet someone, but if cassian is vouching for her... )

you're welcome to come by whenever. we have leftovers if you're hungry. just bring some materials if you have something specific in mind you need made.

[closerift]

I have no idea what that means, but I'll take your word for the fact that you have some free time.

Thank you, but I'm actually not sure what sort of materials I'd need. Perhaps we could speak and then I can return later with whatever you might ask?

[evite]

that works for me.

( she sends the address, just in case, and a quick description of how to get inside. )

i'll leave the door open for you.

[closerift]

[ About an hour later, there's a brief knock and a call of: ]

Daisy? It's Cecily Trevelyan.

[evite]

Hey, ( easy, familiar; the voice comes from a couch in the middle of the oversized living room, a slim girl underneath a pile of both blankets and miscellaneous parts. she's been working on something. )

Come in, get comfortable. Sit wherever you want.

( god knows there's enough to choose from in this bougie apartment. )

[closerift]

[ Cecily does look surprised, and certainly a little envious, at the size of the apartment, but she's also not going to hold it against someone who's doing her a favor. ...And, also, they're both captives, so there's that quality that unites them. ]

Thank you for seeing me. [ And for giving her a reason to leave the bunker: a space she's begun to loathe. ] Cassian mentioned that you might be able to...

[ The Inquisitor trails off, struck with a thought. After a pause, she asks: ]

...Can we speak freely here?