"Yeah," Cassian replies, and swallows, moving to set one of the cups back in the cupboard without further comment.

He's tired, and this is all insane, and he's not sure that there's much to be had in evaluating their situation any closer than that right now.

Instead he doesn't look at Poe but looks at his own hands (steady - will they ever not be?) as he pours clear alcohol into each cup and hands one over to Poe.