Krennic motions for the nearest waitress to refill his drink, then returned his gaze to her. "That why you said they were out looking for you, guns blazing?" her situation sounded more complex than he previously thought, or so it seems. Then again, criminals are really good at playing the pity fiddle. Krennic out of all people knows that best. He drums his gloved fingers impatiently on the table before leaning back on his seat again, returning to his former position with Harley.

"Oh, it's complicated," Krennic growled. Standard response. "I don't really want to talk about it. But we were something, years ago when we were students together. Then..." he trailed off, shrugging. "He was a genius, you see. I needed his expertise for my weapon. But he wouldn't do it."