"Never," Jyn answered, shaking her head. Of all the myriad, probably objectively sad facts about her early life, this one didn't particularly bother her. Maybe it was just that she didn't know what she was missing, or that by the time it would have mattered to her, she had already effectively closed herself off. Letting people in was too dangerous. Before that, when she was younger, it would just have been one more loss after her life was uprooted. With a wry slant to her mouth, she added, "I never really had friends, full stop. That didn't change until I wound up here."

It still was something that didn't come easily to her, too, an underdeveloped muscle from a skill she'd never had a chance to learn. She cared about people fiercely and intensely, even when she tried not to, but showing it — being actively engaged in friendship — remained an adjustment.

Tucking a stray, damp strand of hair behind her ear, she shrugged. "Did you? After you left your home planet?"