[ it's not that cassian likes the common room, but he does like getting a sense of the people around him. they're stuck in close quarters, and he's admittedly kept to himself a lot more than he normally would - something about being dead and pretending he's working through that. he is not. he's just tired. he knows he should be getting to know these people if he's going to accomplish the goals here, but it's the first time he doesn't feel that mission-like pressure to be on all the time. maybe it's the dead thing again. ]

[ he mulls over the book collection in the common room, all of the titles unfamiliar, but he's making a mental list of the ones he might want to read first simply by appeal of title. he picks one at random and sits in an armchair, hunching over enough in what he assumes is an approximation of comfort. he doesn't want to focus on the book so much as use it as an excuse to sit around and people watch whoever might come by. ]