“Or what they’re willing to tell strangers they meet on those sites,” Jyn added from Cassian’s other side, where she sat with her legs crossed on the bench, one knee resting casually against his thigh. It was in decent enough shape, but the primary heating unit was crap and the secondary was broken, so Bodhi had a rough wool blanket wrapped around him, Cassian had another blanket over his lap in addition to his heavy blue parka, and Jyn wore her scarf. “You would be amazed how much people are willing to tell the holonet, especially sites like Gravity and Starcrossed.” The three of them were huddled together in the passenger cabin of the old HWK-290 they’d been assigned for this operation. “We take what information we can, no matter where it comes from,” Cassian shrugged, the fur of his parka hood ruffling a little around his ears.

“I have to admit,” Bodhi said with a rueful smile around his slightly chattering teeth, “when I used to picture rebel spies, it, uh, it tended to feature more, you know, explosions and cool gadgets than…” he glanced down at the datapad in Cassian’s hand and gave a comical grimace, “holonet dating services.”

Look over the shoulder pose rogue