Kanan winces a little, because that part of the story probably doesn't originate from anything good.

But --

"No, you keep that. I've got enough. I just . . . put it in a couple pockets and, uh. Some of my credits fell into the lining of my pants."

Awkward.

"But that should cover it," he finishes, putting another credit chip on the bar top. "With some to spare for a good tip."