Proving to be no help, ever, to anyone, Kraglin sort of sidles up in the way that only the consummate reprobates ever master and leans in to a distance that is 'too close' for almost sensibilities. This is, not least of all, because he's covered in engine grease at any given time and smells like the inside of a pirate starship.

He's not allowed to have the fin installed yet, so instead it's fairly apparent that he's had some pretty major cybernetics work done to the top of his head recently. The grin he flashes Krennic is one of a mouth full of metal teeth, not quite the right shape for his mostly human appearance.

"You gunna eat all them? Only, you don't much look like summun who wants all them sugary things."