[ jyn has found herself in a dirty alley before but usually it was because she was running from something or someone, not because someone shoved her out a van and into a dirty alley.
usually she isn't in a haze either.
all signs point to This Is Not Okay.
jyn moves to slip through the door into the bar but some burly man pushes outside and barrels right into her. he has at least 70 kg on her and 30 centimeters and jyn puffs up like an angry, bristly cat, ready to throw down immediately. ]
Hey!
[ it has been one whole minute. she needs an adult. ]
𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 ✧
[ once safely ensconced in the safe house, jyn passes out and sleeps for probably a full day. look. it's been a long time (to her) since she has had a good night's rest. if someone kills her in her sleep well. that is just going to happen. her cellmate in wobani has promised it so maybe it was just a matter of time.
instead she wakes up and she is still in this safe house and spends a good twenty minutes just... sitting in bed and staring at the rest of this outfit. she didn't have a lot of ideas what the afterlife would look like, but this was not it.
she goes about her personal business, or lack there of, with a decidedly unsocial air. her hair is too short to twist into a bun but she tries, wanting at least one familiar thing. it is a lost cause. also a lost cause is trying to make her hand-me-down pants fit, too loose and too long for her short stature. she looks like a sleep deprived baby hamster with no eyeliner so when she finds one abandoned from a previous occupant, she steals it and carves it down until it probably won't give her pink eye. disgusting.
in the kitchens she is not a delicate eater. her hands are tools to shovel food into her mouth, the bread is a vehicle for the meat, utensils are for chumps. or for threatening anyone who may come near her food. she spent six months on prison protein cubes, food is not a game. ]
jyn erso ✧ open
𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 ✧
𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚍 ✧