Tannusen emerges sometime later, very clean and also very shirtless. He's wadded up and thrown his torn up, blood-soaked shirt in the nearest trash.

The only truly noteworthy scar on his front is a pale, shiny crescent precisely where one would expect if someone who wasn't very good at it had tried to carve his heart out... and discovered that the breast bone is sorta in the way... and then the knife slid around because the person resorted to trying to dig a hole like it was a spoon.

Hey, not everyone can be an expert like Cassian.

He pokes at the omelet with one fingertip, like it's suspicious.