"I don't know what he's like," Jyn says, and if there's something a little petulant, a little wounded in her voice, she thinks she can trust Lincoln not to draw attention to it. That's part of her problem, she thinks. Having her father around makes her feel a bit like a child again, maybe because after she lost him, she stopped being able to be one. All those feelings she buried and never dealt with, she has to confront, and that isn't something she's remotely comfortable with. "I was eight, when he left. I never got to find that out."

Just like she is, in so many ways, so different from the girl he left waiting in the cave underground, she suspects the years have changed him, too. Now, she has a chance to find out how, but she isn't entirely convinced that she should take it.

"And if you'd asked me after that, I wouldn't have wanted to."