Hera moves to follow Cassian, though she holds on to the droid head she'd picked up. She's not sure why, it's useless to her, and clearly dead beyond anything she could repair. She has no fondness for battle droids. And yet there's a sense of familiarity to it.

"I used to strip these for movement processors and photoreceptors," she says quietly, as they walk. "And sometimes tried to tap their com signals."