She can tell, feeling a little warmer seeing more of his spy face melt away. (That's a weird phrase, spy face, she wonders idly where she got it from...) She prefers the real Cassian to any persona. Finally she sits down, tucking one leg underneath her, unconsciously settled in a way that would make bursting up from the chair easier, even as she basically inhales the remainder of the cupcake.

Her head hurts, like every time she follows a thread of a memory some where a drum sounds to slam gates closed before she can reach it.

"Does lo siento--" Oh god that accent is so bad that somewhere the Dos Equis man had a heart attack. "Does that mean I'm sorry?" She has assumed so based on tone and the context of their conversation but kriff if she knee what it actually meant. She knows she and Cassian aren't exactly from the same place considering his accent sounds like warm tea and hers is garbage.