[is he expecting any of this to impress her? because there isn't a single thing here that does — not his explanation, not his introduction, and not the vague threat that has a faint little snort coming from her as she rolls her eyes. that's everyone's favorite threat, locking people up; this may not be the empire by name or by personnel uniform, but in all the ways that matter, it's the same.
jyn's gaze lingers, assessing, the wheels turning in her mind all the while. none of this impresses her, but istredd, as he says he is, has at least some information — and it'd be stupid to leave that behind right away.
so, to keep the conversation going, no matter how much she doesn't actually want to, she makes an offering. it's a name, the first one she comes with that has no connection to any trail she's left behind:]
Ailyn Horne. [still, she can only extend this so far; her arms remain exactly where they are, crossed over her chest, with no hand offered for shaking.] How much are they paying you?
[that has to be the reason he's here and doing this, right? she can't imagine any other.]
i'm so sorry for her lmao
jyn's gaze lingers, assessing, the wheels turning in her mind all the while. none of this impresses her, but istredd, as he says he is, has at least some information — and it'd be stupid to leave that behind right away.
so, to keep the conversation going, no matter how much she doesn't actually want to, she makes an offering. it's a name, the first one she comes with that has no connection to any trail she's left behind:]
Ailyn Horne. [still, she can only extend this so far; her arms remain exactly where they are, crossed over her chest, with no hand offered for shaking.] How much are they paying you?
[that has to be the reason he's here and doing this, right? she can't imagine any other.]