[jyn doesn't smile at the gesture, exactly; there isn't anything to smile at, especially when she's still not sure why she's being spoken to in the first place. but she accepts the gesture with a nod, one that could be much more impolite than it is, and doesn't feel the need to say any more as she serves herself another heaping portion of stew. maybe, she thinks, he'll go away if she doesn't say anything else.
turns out, no such luck. he's still talking.
it takes every ounce of control she has not to visibly grit her teeth or roll her eyes. insteady —]
Really? [a disinterested brow shoots up.] How lucky for us.
[she doesn't sound like she could think of any of this as less lucky.]
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turns out, no such luck. he's still talking.
it takes every ounce of control she has not to visibly grit her teeth or roll her eyes. insteady —]
Really? [a disinterested brow shoots up.] How lucky for us.
[she doesn't sound like she could think of any of this as less lucky.]