While Poe starts eating Cassian allows himself to relax enough to reclaim his own coffee from the countertop and sit across the table from Poe - that is, until BB-8 starts fussing about Fulcrum and Cassian's microexpressions does his version of a wince.

"Stop." There's an edge there, a warning, and Cassian has the grace to shut his eyes against the sound of his own voice. "Fulcrum work is important, even after an operative is decommissioned, and I might not know where in the galaxy we are, exactly, but I am not putting that work at risk. The rest..." He shakes his head at the droid. "The rest is fine to tell, you know, but you might want to wait a few weeks. That's about how long it took me to piece it all together."