"If ever there were a time to take up interior decorating..." Jyn says, teasing, and nudges him with the shoulder pressed against him. Maybe he will, difficult as it may be to imagine, but she won't. Everywhere she's lived over the past few years, she's kept empty, sparsely decorated, her belongings few enough to fit in a bag or two. This is meant to be permanent, evidently, if it really is true that they can't leave, but she can't see this place being any different for her, and it all comes down to exactly what they've been talking about in the first place.

It's been so long since she had a home that she doesn't know how to have one anymore, and the second she settles will be the same instant something goes wrong. The apartment that's been promised to her will be a place to stay and nothing more. Right now, the very idea of it hardly even seems real, as if nothing could exist outside of this room, though she's seen out the window and stumbled down the hospital's hallway.

"You'll need matching throw pillows. For the sofa."