That sounds ominous. [ Not that it deters him, either - Cassian doesn't waste food once he's got it, an instinct he sometimes has to suppress. He decides Derroc doesn't either, at least not on so slight a pretext.

Gossip, on the other hand. ]

As long as it doesn't kill us. [ Then, as if reminded: ] What ever happened with that guy, anyway? The, you know, the poisoned wife guy?

[ The Imperial garrison commander, that is. Whose name Cassian knows quite well, along with a few other key details, and whose case was giving Watts a headache the last time Cassian was actually here. ]