It's probably counterintuitive, when she's the one with the remote in her hand who's meant to be finding them something to watch, but Jyn lets her eyes fall shut for a moment when she feels his nose against her hair, breathing him in deep. She still isn't as close as she'd been this afternoon, when she'd buried her face in the curve of his neck when she first reached his side, but even so, she's close enough that past the cold, sharp scent of chemicals and antiseptic, there's something she can make out as familiar, distinctly him. The beach aside, she can't remember, really, the last time anyone held her like this. One of her parents, it must have been, before she'd known it would be the last time, and she couldn't really compare lying with Cassian to that at all, except in the way that it makes her feel safe.

"Should we look for the least or the most awful thing we can find, then?" she asks, half spoken into his hospital gown where she's rested her head. It probably won't make much difference when it isn't as if she could identify any of these programs anyway, but at least in her experience, the truly terrible things are usually pretty easily spotted. That's got to be just as true here as anywhere else.