She had already turned back to the old man.
The conversation was over, and the conversation was over in a way that didn't require announcement — she had simply resumed the previous priority, and Cassius was standing outside of it in the specific cold of a dismissal that had been delivered without the warmth of even acknowledging itself as one.
His fist closed at his side.
One of his unit, behind him, was looking at the Ktorian knights who were watching this entire exchange with expressions entirely hidden behind their visors. The expressions probably would not have been reassuring if visible.
Cassius turned.
Walked back to his unit.
"'Move,'" he said.
They moved.
The street to the tower was longer than it looked.
