[finding their way to the stall in question takes much longer than it needs to, considering that her new (apparent) companion takes the time to warn everyone before they push past (jyn, in contrast, rarely ever wastes her time with that) — but, eventually, they arrive. if the face that greets them once they do is something jyn has seen once, she's seen it a thousand times; not exactly that face, of course, but the attempts at charm, and the fake fucking smile, are all more than familiar.
if she simply punched that stupid grin off his face, that would solve a lot of problems, wouldn't it?
hilda takes the lead, though, and while her effort isn't bad, it's not going to be blunt enough for a guy like this. so, simultaneous with the nudge at her side, jyn offers a quick, flat:]
You're selling complete bantha shit.
[i don't know what a bantha is, the merchant says, clearly trying with everything he has to maintain both his pleasant tone and his (straining) smile. but i can assure you this product is only of the highest quality.
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if she simply punched that stupid grin off his face, that would solve a lot of problems, wouldn't it?
hilda takes the lead, though, and while her effort isn't bad, it's not going to be blunt enough for a guy like this. so, simultaneous with the nudge at her side, jyn offers a quick, flat:]
You're selling complete bantha shit.
[i don't know what a bantha is, the merchant says, clearly trying with everything he has to maintain both his pleasant tone and his (straining) smile. but i can assure you this product is only of the highest quality.
jyn's stare doesn't waver.]