[Her smile is tight, but genuine. She can relate to that. Her survival always counted on her not stopping. Maybe it will be different with the Resistance Army now, but she isn’t sure. Maybe he means here though. Like this is a place that will make her stop. She’s still not sure how she’s supposed to adjust here. Is she supposed to make a life?]
Your friend sounds nice. [Even if Jyn doesn’t have the heart to tell him she isn’t even sure if she survives Scarif. But before she even gets to elaborate on it, the song gently ends. She isn’t quick to drop their dance, but she does turn to look back at the radio. It pulls her out of the little bubble they’ve seemed to create between them, reminding her of her reality. Jyn moves back toward the desk, waiting for him to walk with her in time.
One down. Peering over the clipboard, she scans over the paper, her expression dropping completely.]
Talk about the relationship with your family. [And immediately she can feel that anger and push to want to fight back come up, the walls that are almost always certain to follow. She looks less pleased, like she would put her hand on her hip if she could.]
Well mine are all dead. [So that’s easy, right? She knows she has to elaborate, but that’s about her current state of mind.]
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Your friend sounds nice. [Even if Jyn doesn’t have the heart to tell him she isn’t even sure if she survives Scarif. But before she even gets to elaborate on it, the song gently ends. She isn’t quick to drop their dance, but she does turn to look back at the radio. It pulls her out of the little bubble they’ve seemed to create between them, reminding her of her reality. Jyn moves back toward the desk, waiting for him to walk with her in time.
One down. Peering over the clipboard, she scans over the paper, her expression dropping completely.]
Talk about the relationship with your family. [And immediately she can feel that anger and push to want to fight back come up, the walls that are almost always certain to follow. She looks less pleased, like she would put her hand on her hip if she could.]
Well mine are all dead. [So that’s easy, right? She knows she has to elaborate, but that’s about her current state of mind.]