[with her part done, definitively, hilda plays off of that final blow without missing a beat — not looking away, driving in the knife that had already put in. maybe she hadn't wanted to be here in the first place, but jyn has to admit she's impressed; she has to admit she'd underestimated this exuberant, excitable woman.
she's not bad to work with, comes an idle thought, one that jyn forces to scatter as quickly as the patrons do from the merchant's stall.
still, when hilda laughs as they walk away together, jyn can't quite stop something from bubbling up in her. it rises in her chest, warm and light, and is halfway to getting a laugh out of her, too, before she stifles it, pressing her lips together. that, though, isn't enough to stop the smile that tugs at the corners of her mouth, small but wholly there.]
Wouldn't call that bravery. [her shrug, now, is a deflection, even if that smile remains, along with all the subtle hints of amusement it brings to her face.] I'd say he's just stupid.
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she's not bad to work with, comes an idle thought, one that jyn forces to scatter as quickly as the patrons do from the merchant's stall.
still, when hilda laughs as they walk away together, jyn can't quite stop something from bubbling up in her. it rises in her chest, warm and light, and is halfway to getting a laugh out of her, too, before she stifles it, pressing her lips together. that, though, isn't enough to stop the smile that tugs at the corners of her mouth, small but wholly there.]
Wouldn't call that bravery. [her shrug, now, is a deflection, even if that smile remains, along with all the subtle hints of amusement it brings to her face.] I'd say he's just stupid.