[ Bad at taking a compliment, eh? Amos quirks an eyebrow, but makes no comment on it otherwise. No ego is better than too much of one, and really, he already informed Cassian he was a good person. He doesn't need to do it again.

And, because he's not the one facing any internal barriers or dilemmas here, he shrugs it off — Cassian's fretting, his processing of whatever it is going on his head, his apology. Well, maybe not entirely his apology, Amos offering a little half-shrug as the words slip out of his mouth. ]

Yeah, maybe. Would've been nice to know earlier. Then we could've been having this conversation at a bar instead of being worried about getting lost in a patch of grass. Probably would've been better for both of us.

[ But he still doesn't sound too bothered by it, voice still pleasant and conversational and without any underlying threats there. Like, if you think about it, Cassian did fuck them both over a little in not being upfront, but it isn't life or death. Just a missed drink.

... Although, speaking of life and death. Amos straightens himself up from his boulder-pebble, stretching his arms out in front of him. Probably gonna be picking it up again soon, so don't wanna go in cold. It's like he's warming up to lift weights. A very big weight. And there's a certain physicality to that that can't be avoided — even if his voice stays as plain and cheerful as before. ]

'cept that now that you're with them. [ He really won't even say Meridian directly. ] How much does that mean I've gotta watch out for you down here?

[ Are you a threat?

Because of course Cassian would answer that honestly, who wouldn't. ]