If only he knew about her guilt… though perhaps he'd never be able to convince her out of it. No matter how true it was that it wasn't her doing; he would always choose the more dangerous position when it was the one that allowed him to keep serving. Service over self-preservation every time.

Jyn didn't take long in the shower. But it didn't take Cassian long to search their kitchen and living room. Their move-in was still relatively recent—but probably more to the point, they were both used to living sparsely. Little furniture and few other furnishings made the most time-consuming thing checking light fixtures and outlets. So far, the sweep was clean.

He'd just started in the bedroom when the fresher door opened with a cloud of steam. And there was Jyn…

Cassian instantly averted his eyes, mumbled a reflexive, "Sorry…" and turned toward the living room door.