[it's clear, just by looking at the man, just by watching the way his eyes are still crinkling, that the amusement hasn't left him. and what's worse, jyn thinks — laughing at her, or being so satisfied at his own stupid comments that he's a few seconds from laughing at himself? when one's an insult, and the other's fucking insufferable, she truly isn't sure.
somehow, though, when he lays a facetious hand over his heart, she actually laughs. not the derisive one that had almost left her moments ago, but something genuine, there and audible before she presses her lips together and suppresses it.
he is funny, in his own stupid way.
force, she really should punch him.
but so far? she hasn't found anyone else who knows what a blaster is. and loath as she is to admit it — some kind of alliance, even if only temporary, might be in both of their interests. two people can cover more ground, and learn more information, than one.
and there's nothing that says she can't punch him later.
so it isn't a surrender, but a conversational:]
Three days. Maybe four. [a beat.] Guessing you haven't been here much longer.
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somehow, though, when he lays a facetious hand over his heart, she actually laughs. not the derisive one that had almost left her moments ago, but something genuine, there and audible before she presses her lips together and suppresses it.
he is funny, in his own stupid way.
force, she really should punch him.
but so far? she hasn't found anyone else who knows what a blaster is. and loath as she is to admit it — some kind of alliance, even if only temporary, might be in both of their interests. two people can cover more ground, and learn more information, than one.
and there's nothing that says she can't punch him later.
so it isn't a surrender, but a conversational:]
Three days. Maybe four. [a beat.] Guessing you haven't been here much longer.