[ She looks up from the passport intermittently, assessing the sincerity of Rhys' words and claims as much as the paper documents. Her nose wrinkles over the general use of baby. Really, Rhys. She notes the name-drop, Vaughn, too. Must be an associate or a friend.
For her part, Jyn never mentions names, including her own — the one printed on her traitorous, little documents. Neat-lettered Jyn Erso staring up at her, daring her to do better. The thin line of her mouth twists down, more over her own thoughts than anything Rhys offers (which, she thinks, he might be able to follow through on). She doesn't know if she can forge by hand, no, but she didn't know she could replicate codes until she tried. ]
I'll think about it. [ and she will, although she snaps her passport shut and returns it to her satchel without another word. She had been leaning forward to appraise and indulge Rhys in equal measure, but she draws back now. Still, she doesn't allow herself to look sad, arranging her features into blankness instead. It shouldn't matter what she does here, not when nothing matters anymore.
Something burns pit of her chest, just as it had in the world before the storm, and she knows that she lies to herself, even now. ]
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For her part, Jyn never mentions names, including her own — the one printed on her traitorous, little documents. Neat-lettered Jyn Erso staring up at her, daring her to do better. The thin line of her mouth twists down, more over her own thoughts than anything Rhys offers (which, she thinks, he might be able to follow through on). She doesn't know if she can forge by hand, no, but she didn't know she could replicate codes until she tried. ]
I'll think about it. [ and she will, although she snaps her passport shut and returns it to her satchel without another word. She had been leaning forward to appraise and indulge Rhys in equal measure, but she draws back now. Still, she doesn't allow herself to look sad, arranging her features into blankness instead. It shouldn't matter what she does here, not when nothing matters anymore.
Something burns pit of her chest, just as it had in the world before the storm, and she knows that she lies to herself, even now. ]