Lincoln nods and is quiet for awhile as he stacks some pads in a cabinet, lining them up to make sure they don't topple over whenever someone opens the door. It's not something he wants to pressure Jyn to talk about if she's unwilling, but she had answered his question and maybe it's not that she's unwilling. Maybe it's that she isn't sure where to talk about it. Who might listen.

He'll listen to her, though, he always will. And he has to expect it helps that he'll be unbiased. Or at least biased in her favour.

"I can imagine. He was dead, wasn't he?" he asks.

He doesn't ask if she thought he was dead, because he'd heard the words coming from Galen. He knows what it's like, being in a situation like that, waking up in Darrow and knowing you shouldn't be waking up at all.