The ARC Trooper visibly winces at the flash of BeeDee's light, raising his arm to shield his eyes. Once the droid looks away, he slowly lets it drop away from his line of sight, blinking a few times behind the visor so that his vision readjusts.

Although Cal can't tell, the skin around Echo's eyes crinkle slightly. Every little bit helps. "Right, then," he prompts, falling back into a nonexistent line so that he isn't in the Scrapper's personal space.