[jyn ignores the question. what else would she do? it's not like she really wants or cares to answer it, but even if she had, she'd ignore it on pure principle, because everything about him has her wanting to gnash her teeth, from the way his lips quirk into not-a-smile to, well, again, his tone of voice, to the look in his eyes.
maybe she's never met this man in her life, but she knows the type of him well.
she rolls her eyes, and she snorts, taking no care to keep it subtle.]
Appreciated. [the cold cut of her voice is the same as the cold cut of her gaze.] But I think I'll pass on following it.
[as if for emphasis, she briefly sets her plate down on the edge of the table to free both of her hands — which she uses to load her already piling plate with two more heaping spoonfuls.]
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maybe she's never met this man in her life, but she knows the type of him well.
she rolls her eyes, and she snorts, taking no care to keep it subtle.]
Appreciated. [the cold cut of her voice is the same as the cold cut of her gaze.] But I think I'll pass on following it.
[as if for emphasis, she briefly sets her plate down on the edge of the table to free both of her hands — which she uses to load her already piling plate with two more heaping spoonfuls.]