[she has an image in that moment, a vivid one, as she curls one of her hands into a fist, of punching him square in the chin as he lifts his head. in a practical sense, this wouldn't be a good move; considering that her hands currently unprotected by the gloves she usually favors and that his chin is so bony, she'd probably be hurt more than he would. or, at the very least, she'd have to deal with some jammed or sprained fingers that would impede her for a while. and so — she keeps her hands to herself.
still, jyn clings to that image for a moment longer than she reasonably should, the image of him knocked to the ground and bloodied by her fist; it's a satisfying one. it keeps her face at least a little more neutral than it would be without as he talks, and keeps talking (does he ever stop talking? she thinks). it keeps her standing her ground.
she only breaks her gaze to roll her eyes. broken trust; sure, this man probably knows all about that, considering the rate at which she guesses he breaks people's trust. what a pile of rancor shit in the form of a person.]
Terribly, [she answers — and while there's an attempt to make it flippant, there's a twinge in her jaw that she can't quite manage to contain, a tiny chink in her own armor betraying a truth she won't willingly offer up.] You were right before. You don't know me.
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still, jyn clings to that image for a moment longer than she reasonably should, the image of him knocked to the ground and bloodied by her fist; it's a satisfying one. it keeps her face at least a little more neutral than it would be without as he talks, and keeps talking (does he ever stop talking? she thinks). it keeps her standing her ground.
she only breaks her gaze to roll her eyes. broken trust; sure, this man probably knows all about that, considering the rate at which she guesses he breaks people's trust. what a pile of rancor shit in the form of a person.]
Terribly, [she answers — and while there's an attempt to make it flippant, there's a twinge in her jaw that she can't quite manage to contain, a tiny chink in her own armor betraying a truth she won't willingly offer up.] You were right before. You don't know me.