"Really? Is it because of your...special abilities?" he asked, the scientist and weapons engineer in him rearing its curious head again. He smiled, though, when she took the offered slice of pizza. It was pretty much the last one. Between both of them, they had managed to decimate the pizza, and evidently the nachos too, because there's only a couple of chips left.

He frowned a little at what she said next. "I don't think there's going to be any left-overs left after we are done," he looked at her, flirting again. "Maybe just a little. I can treat you to dinner later."

He took one of the last pieces of the nachos and ate it. Nachos and pizza and whiskey is a bad combination, but Krennic doesn't seem to particularly care or affected by it. Yet. "Then that means you're going to be my tour guide for a while," he said. "I'd like that."