Help your s-s-self. [ He flicks his wrist, a round and sweeping gesture, to the place around them. There's not much to sit on in the first place, but heaps of junk are heaps of junk and will probably hold Cassian's weight. Probably. He's a scrawny little thing.

They both probably haven't eaten in forever, looking at him, but DJ won't say that out loud. Admitting weakness is only going to get you chewed up in the machine that is life even faster. ]

I'll be honest - If you're looking for someone like me to hire, I'm listening, otherwise, not really interested, buddy.