"Honestly, I don't know that much of it," Jyn told him. Aside from a few anecdotes, most of what she knew was that it had been in the care of several people here, until none of them were left but her. Then, somewhere down the line, she stopped just minding it and started living in it. The ship may have been grounded, and not one with which she'd had any experience prior to Darrow, but there was still something comfortably familiar about it, a feeling like she could have been anywhere, gone anywhere.

Whatever she could tell him of it, that ranked lowest of the things she should probably share. All of that was still too overwhelming to touch, though, and easy to delay when it hadn't sunk in that they might well have time now. If all she had was this, a few brief moments, she didn't want to spend them trying to make sense of the logistics of past lives and nonlinear time.

"And yes, food," she agreed. Whether or not he was hungry, she knew that it had to have been some time since he'd eaten. She would hazard a guess that he needed it more than he knew. Gesturing down the corridor, she started toward the kitchen, stealing a glance at him to make sure he was still there. "I don't have too much here, but I'll figure something out. Sorry, I'm not much of a cook."

The few things she could cook decently, she'd learned from him. As was becoming a pattern, Jyn couldn't discern whether that made her want to laugh or cry.