Cassian slides off his seat and begins to back away. He doesn't take his eyes off of her. He's doubting his earlier assumption that she was human. Maybe she is really some kind of other life form who can manipulate his senses. She can definitely affect his thoughts.

This bizarre, seemingly pointless psychological manipulation makes him weirdly appreciative of the straight-forward cruelty and exploitation of Narkina 5. The image of the Warden's ice blue eyes and unnerving grin upon greeting him on arrival are stark in his mind. "Those who've been incarcerated before will be surprised by the calm, sanitary conditions and our minimally-invasive enforcement techniques."

Minimally-invasive is better than this.

"I can't stop something I'm not doing."