Unit 61, despite having more members than Cassian's team, was clearly the weaker bunch—not because they lacked skill, but because their leadership was... let's say, in need of improvement. Cassian wouldn't call himself some kind of tactical genius, but at least he wasn't charging headfirst into rat hell without a plan. Unit 61, on the other hand, had definitely been doing just that.
Now though, with Cassian stepping in—after his totally necessary, definitely not flashy entrance—they'd started falling in line under his lead. Some of it was probably due to the ridiculous tornado move, and some because Cassian's own teammates were just... easier to get along with compared to Simon's group.
Simon, meanwhile, looked like he was chewing on a lemon every time Mason or one of his own teammates gave Cassian the smallest nod of approval. Especially Mason, who was already joking around with Wanni and Robert like they were old drinking buddies. Simon's frown had been steadily deepening since.
