He didn't glance at her hand on his arm, but some part of him, his energy, seemed to refocus on that point; everything about him centering in on her touch.

Relieve of duty? …Over? What's o—

she can't mean… not poss— do you… WHAT?

Something to be said for Cassian Andor: he didn't do what most people did with language, which was waste time. He didn't (unless in character) repeat things or state the obvious or make smalltalk or ask stupid questions. For example, he'd usually skip past What? or Huh? or Really? and get right to the So what do you need? or What next?

But this time. This once. He needed to hear it.

Eyes wide, breath hard, he stared at Jyn and said so softly: "…What?"