Alright, tea is served. Some sleepy chamomile lavender concoction from the yellow box with a bear in pajamas for Cassian and Jyn, and a blueberry mint mix for Poe (because mint is soporific, and he needs to sleep too. Cassian isn't sure if they're going to be leaving the small closeness of the current kitchen space and he's not terribly interested in suggesting that they do, so instead he just hands off everyone's respective cups and blows on the surface of his own tea, gently.

"Give people enough food and water to move, and they'll make survival out of what they can." Honestly the entire situation they're in could be so much worse (and also bothers him because of bigger questions like "where is the infrastructure coming from?") but a prison is a prison and a cage is a cage.