He was so focused on keeping his guard up in other ways, all shields were down elsewhere; and he very nearly reached out to take her hand. What stopped him may have been less reasonable caution as… shyness, maybe? Kark knew.

What did he want to know…? There was what he should want—the precise nature and intent of this facility, its success level at that intent, its place in the larger infrastructure—and should be able to find a way to ask about nonchalantly. But then there was what he was actually interested in, that seemed so much easier to articulate, both in character and… at all… "What's your life like, here, Jyn Erso? What's one of your days like?"