The thought occurs to him then that he could kiss her. They're curled up together, her head resting against his chest and shoulder. It's a pose of shared tenderness, love maybe, or it would be on two people not them. It's hard not to think about the closeness, the possibility of it. All it would take is for her to tilt up her head or him to tip down his chin. That's all. So simple but not for them.

The music turns dramatic, someone on the screen gasps, and there's the sound of fighting and a table breaking and Cassian is grateful for the sudden change in mood, the reminder of where they are. He chuckles at the absurdity and turns his head just a little, so he can watch the show over the crown of Jyn's head.

"So I did," he says, realizing he's making small talk for the sake of it rather than as some intelligence officer's ploy, trying to make the mark comfortable. The banality is a strange and nearly foreign thing and he's almost so lost in it that he misses what Jyn says. Heart tightening, he nods against her hair.

"When I saw you in the hallway, I thought I must be dreaming."