[ slowly, he nods.

she's right, of course. he came to this party for a purpose, and so did she. neither of them are the types to relax and enjoy themselves in settings like this, but that's not the point. he's been an intelligence operative for too long to not think about what information they could learn here. all the more if they separate, spread out, compare notes later. he hates the thought as soon as he has it, but the cold truth of it can't be denied. and this is where he operates, where he lives: cold truths and colder decisions.

so he makes himself let go of her wrist, and then her hand, letting his arms fall to his sides. he blinks, as if remembering only now that anyone but jyn exists, casts a look about them to reorient himself. to see if anyone's obviously staring, which is a no. which means nothing. he breathes in, deep, and then out.

and when he looks back to jyn, the spy's face has returned: easy charm about the mouth, poised to bright insincerities, and sharp scrutiny, like the world is a wound and he a scalpel, about the eyes. ]

It's as safe in the courtyard as it is anywhere in Kenos. Safer, especially while the party's going on. We can meet back here in a couple of hours.