Mistake
Cassian looked over at the androgynous figure, "Comet…You're saying I'm slacking off, but it's your job to transport our target. What have you been doing while I held him here?"
The figure that was feminine yet seemed boyish at the same time jumped off of the gate, "I was checking for sweets, of course! Anyway, this is "Emilio Dragonheart"? He's not as burly as I expected."
Emilio was perplexed by what was happening around him, unfamiliar with the goals or affiliations of the two strangers who seemed to be in cahoots.
'Transport their target? By the sounds of it, they're after me–but transport? What are they talking about? I doubt I'll get an answer if I ask,' he thought.
"Anyway, go ahead and transport him now," Cassian said, stuffing his hands back into his pockets.
Comet plucked the lollipop from their lips with a jolly smile, skipping over, "Fine, fine, don't boss me around, though–"