She's sitting, which means she's comfortable, which means she's a lot less likely to bolt at any second - barring extenuating circumstances, like things suddenly going to shit. Which means part of Cassian can relax, go back to watching her and the crowd interchangeably once the family moves on.

He doesn't cringe at her accent, but his eyes do crinkle in the corners. "It does." He gives a shrug. "And I am. I know it doesn't mean much, and later it might even mean less, but. I am sorry."

Anyway. "We can work on that...accent. The language. If you want."