"I wandered, too," Jyn says, soft, without looking away from him. There's no way he doesn't know that already, but it seems right to say it, for him to hear it from her. For one, it's common ground, one small, shared thing they have in common. More than that, though, she doesn't want to be just the contents of her file to him, the daughter of an Imperial scientist, one of Saw's Partisans, a petty criminal. She doesn't want to be Liana Hallik or Kestrel Dawn or Tanith Pontha, or any of the charges on her record. She can't tell yet who that person is, what's left of her now that the Death Star has burned away so much else, but she thinks, after years of trying to stay invisible, drifting under every radar possible, that for once, she wants to be seen. "After Saw."

She doesn't lie and say she left him. She doesn't tell the truth of it, either, that Saw cast her aside without so much as a word. That much is still too raw, especially after having seen him again and leaving him to die as Jedha collapsed. For all her secrets, she's not sure there's any she keeps such tight hold of as the way she's been abandoned time and time again. She'd rather just be the one to leave before she can be left by someone else. Easy as it would be, though, to get up and go back over to her own bed and pretend like she never let herself be this openly vulnerable, she stays put.

"Guess there's nowhere to wander now."