"I don't know," Lincoln answers. He doesn't want to start with what he's figured about Cassian, not when Jyn is in a hole in the ground, and he reaches out one hand to help her up the ladder as she climbs. First he has to get her out. The rest can follow.

She doesn't know. That much he's aware of. If she was hiding in this hole because Cassian is gone, he knows she wouldn't be coming out so easily, letting him help her up the ladder and back into the fresh air. If the cave was a place she felt safe, protected, somewhere she could deal with the loss, then she would stay here. And she wouldn't be asking him what happened.

"You didn't come to work yesterday," he says. "I called, but you didn't answer, so I came to look for you." Above ground, Jyn's little dog sniffs the hole and whines. "Sprinkles was here barking."