Jyn pulled on her own boots, well-worn and mud-stained from years of consistent use. She would keep using them until she couldn't anymore, not inclined to discard anything useful, something she suspected they had in common. Hell, the fact that she even had a second pair of shoes here — running sneakers — was something previously unheard of for her. For the most part, though, while the circumstances of her life had changed, the way she lived it didn't. She would keep only what she could bring with her, buy food only as she would be able to eat it. She was accustomed to living here, but she didn't think she would ever be truly, fully settled.

Whether that was inherent to her or something instilled in her earlier than she could even know was impossible to tell. She had adapted well — a crucial element in surviving — but whether by nature or nurture or both, she was who she'd always been. She sort of wanted to tell him that, that things had changed so immeasurably but she was still the person he'd known for those last days, but she couldn't find the words. Anyway, she didn't want to get them sidetracked again before venturing out.

"Okay," she echoed, lowering the ramp to let them out of the ship. "And we're actually going to make it into the city this time."