[ jyn had come here looking for her friends and bodhi's (her father's) words echo in her mind -- if she was brave enough and listened to what was in her heart... in the spirit of friendship and despite jyn's own reservations and struggles in making connections when part of her is still waiting for the other shoe to drop, her words come slow and inexpertly: ]
We might not be friends, but I'm called Jyn. Erso. If you need anything. [ a beat, a huff of a breath that could be a laugh. ]
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We might not be friends, but I'm called Jyn. Erso. If you need anything. [ a beat, a huff of a breath that could be a laugh. ]
Since we won't recognize each other.
[ it's very dark! ]