He's not that great at reading body language, okay? When you're used to everyone you talk to wearing bulky suits and huge helmets, you tend to lose a lot of subtlety in gestures and movements.

Astronauts, am I right? Because that's what he remembers. Working at... Nasa. Not. Not anything weird like a state of the art, deadly, interplanetary, megaton weapon or a spacecraft or whatever. Just normal, run of the mill, regular... Earth stuff.

Cassian earns an icing-covered, closed-mouth grin because Finn's face is currently full of cupcake. What a nice guy! Free baked goods, a place to sit, he is so glad he ran into him. Especially if he makes these things all day. That means Finn now knows where to get sweet treats on the regular. Cupcakes. He-- ... he means the cupcakes.

"Yeah. Actually, the Sheriff's station and then the hospital. Haven't been home yet. Not exactly sure where home is. I'm Finn!"