[he steps back, and jyn mirrors that, with her heels returning to the ground; there's no sense in trying to insinuate herself into his space for some kind of upper hand anymore, when he appears to be thinking the same thing she is. and they really should move, because standing in one place too long means that the chances of an eavesdropper go up significantly.

again, she thinks: he isn't an idiot.

she falls in step with him, close enough by his side that they can have this conversation without having to shout over the general hubbub around them, but not so close as to insinuate familiarity.]

That's what the guy in the castle said, too. The tall one, who looks like he reads too much. [she says this like it's obvious that he'll know what she's talking about.] You probably met him. Or else he's a shit welcoming committee.

[she can't help the derision that creeps into her voice then. no, a temporary ally doesn't merit a shared joke, but that doesn't change the fact that the existence of a fucking welcoming committee is still the stupidest thing she's ever heard.]

He said he's been here over a year.