The rhythm focuses his attention, and he pushes himself off the wall to make his way in that direction. His progress is frustratingly slow, forcing him to use his staff for the reason it was originally given to him - there's too many devices, too many people, too much movement and noise to navigate without it. Chirrut doesn't understand how people can work in this noise, but that is a worry for another day. Or not at all.
Finally his hands encounter the smooth surface of a bacta tank, and he raps his knuckles against it experimentally.
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Date: 2017-04-05 08:02 am (UTC)Finally his hands encounter the smooth surface of a bacta tank, and he raps his knuckles against it experimentally.