There is another man nearby, hands in pockets and loitering in a way which looks like he’d rather fade into the background; not explicitly wearing Riftwatch colours or pins, not outright trumpeting the fact that he works for them, but Nicola will have seen him around the dining hall and the residential tower. The Gallows are small enough, and the faces become familiar.

And since Cassian is already waiting at the docks himself and there’s really not much to do until the ferry gets back —

After a moment’s hesitation, he obediently saunters over at that wave of a hand, sizing up the ten crates with the arch of an eyebrow. “That’s a lot of luggage,” he says.