If it were up to her, if circumstances were different, Jyn wouldn't even go in the house at all. Only the thought of the animals, and a vague, far-off concern for how long they must have been alone convinces her otherwise. Sprinkles seems alright, at least, if aware that something is wrong, crawling into her lap where she's still sitting on the damp ground. The cat and the porg must be inside. She'll have to find somewhere else for them. She can't stay here, and she can't put down roots again yet, either, or maybe not ever. Obviously to do so in the first place was a mistake, one that has now netted disastrous results. For now, at least, she'll pull herself together enough to feed them and grab the clothes she needs and leave it at that. The rest, she'll try to deal with when she's at least feeling a little more present. She was out of her head for a day or so; it's not as easy as just snapping back into the present.

"Thanks," she mumbles, then gathers Sprinkles up into her arms so she can carefully shift, the first step towards pulling herself to her feet. She barely feels like she can move, but she doesn't want to stay here any longer than is strictly necessary, surrounded by reminders of a life she should have known better than to think could truly be hers. "I need to pack. It won't take long."