It felt good to be ... understood. It wasn't as though Jyn had made a cadre of friends here, nor had she been looking to. She wanted to keep her head down, do the jobs she was assigned, do her time, and get off of this hellish planet.

True, she didn't know where she would go or what she would do or if she would be welcomed back to her old position. She also didn't know if she even wanted to go back, now that she had begun questioning why it was they were doing what they did ... and if she wanted to be party to any of it anymore.

So ... the reiteration that if Gabrael was rescued, Jyn could still go with meant a lot - more than she knew how to put into words. She nodded her agreement, though, and shared what she hoped was a reassuring smile.

She wasn't trying to trap him. It didn't make sense to lull him into a false sense of security and then give up his location so he could be taken into custody when she could have done the same thing a day earlier when he was even more out of sorts due to his concussion and other injuries. No, this - being kind to him, helping him - was being done because Jyn felt it was the right thing to do. If that made her soft, then fine, she was going soft.

But ... she kind of liked him, too. More than she had anticipated, and it felt so rare and so ... out of the ordinary that even if it didn't last, Jyn wanted to hold on for as long as she could.

He offered his hand. Tentatively, she reached out, touching fingertips to fingertips, testing the waters.