Jyn wouldn't care one way or the other if Gabrael was stealing whatever he could use. It didn't affect her directly, none of it belonged to her. And the ever more disillusioned part of her might even think 'good, stick it to them'.

The silence was unnerving, but understandable, and she slowly crept from the entrance to where his little nest had been set up, hoping that when she found him, she wouldn't find that the silence was going to be permanent.

"Gabrael? It's Jyn - ", she offered, her voice soft, but just enough to echo out into the room. "Are you here?"

Maybe he wasn't. Maybe he'd decided to make a go of it on his own in the middle of the night. She wouldn't blame him if he had - the odds probably seemed preferable than the danger inherent in staying here.