He smiled back in the corner of his mouth and in his eyes; all the more genuine for being small.

He'd clocked the catch of her breath. He tried to simply have the information without judgment or analysis—without… hope. It was so ingrained, he couldn't help reading people, but he wasn't going to operate that way with Jyn. He wasn't going to 'operate' any way. He would be present and pay attention, but not to any end, just to be available.

As she turned to the kitchen, he turned to the lav to make something better of his clothes and towels than a messy heap. He couldn't stop himself turning back. "Hey.

"I don't know what happens next. But wherever I go from here… however's okay… I hope you… have a say."