She half-expects it to be Saw who opens the hatch. Immediately, Jyn knows that isn't right, that Saw left her and then he died when Jedha crumbled around them. Right now, she hardly feels present in her own body or mind, though, never mind any particular place or time. If asked, she wouldn't know where or when she is. At least, not until Lincoln's face comes into view, familiar and tethering her to something that's been out of reach since she first found herself back down here.
It still doesn't make sense, but she returns to herself somewhat in that moment, a visible shift in her expression as she draws in a breath, what feels like coming to even though she was already conscious. This isn't in her head. Lincoln is really there, and though she's still not sure what she's doing here or how long it's been, at least she's somewhat aware again, if dazed.
Jyn blinks up at him, wide-eyed, and swallows hard, taking a few moments before she speaks. "How did—" she starts, then rolls her shoulders, stretching her back as she pulls herself to her feet. Her limbs feel tired, but she's used to running on empty, as it were, and she isn't just going to stay all the way down here looking up at him. She doesn't need to. She doesn't want to, either. This cave has haunted her since she was a child, leaving her tense and shaken now. Besides, if he's here, she can trust that it's safe.
She just has to will herself to actually move, to snap herself out of this haze she's been in. Slowly, she reaches for the first rung of the little ladder below the hatch. With her head tipped up, she asks, "What happened?"
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It still doesn't make sense, but she returns to herself somewhat in that moment, a visible shift in her expression as she draws in a breath, what feels like coming to even though she was already conscious. This isn't in her head. Lincoln is really there, and though she's still not sure what she's doing here or how long it's been, at least she's somewhat aware again, if dazed.
Jyn blinks up at him, wide-eyed, and swallows hard, taking a few moments before she speaks. "How did—" she starts, then rolls her shoulders, stretching her back as she pulls herself to her feet. Her limbs feel tired, but she's used to running on empty, as it were, and she isn't just going to stay all the way down here looking up at him. She doesn't need to. She doesn't want to, either. This cave has haunted her since she was a child, leaving her tense and shaken now. Besides, if he's here, she can trust that it's safe.
She just has to will herself to actually move, to snap herself out of this haze she's been in. Slowly, she reaches for the first rung of the little ladder below the hatch. With her head tipped up, she asks, "What happened?"