ᴍᴀʏ 2 - ʜᴏᴍᴇᴡᴀʀᴅ ʙᴏᴜɴᴅ - ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɴʏx

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Ugh Jyn hates offering her name, which is seemingly absurd because why does she hate it so much?? IN ANY CASE, her nose scrunches but at least he didn't offer to shake her hand because she wouldn't be here for that either.

There is a lot of stuff Jyn isn't here for.

"Jyn. Are accidents with memory loss common here?" Do they need to have a trained medical professional come in and Erin Brockovich this memory loss like it's dirty water?

ᴍᴀʏ 5 - ᴘᴛᴀ ʙᴀᴋᴇ sᴀʟᴇ - ᴏᴘᴇɴ

After having a load of gift baskets shoved in her arms by a tall, willowy blonde in matching pastels and after shoving them under Cassian's shop's table (what do you mean it's not Cassian's shop? That is all the context she has for the tea shop. Sorry, Jefferson.) instead of passing them out to who they're meant to go to, Jyn parks herself at that table because it means that all of her conversations will be about cupcakes and tea and coffee and Jyn's judgment of coffee.

Occasionally, when she gets restless, she'll mill around aimlessly, looking at all the booths and trying valiantly to avoid Offical PTA Adults because she is not here for sweater sets and perfectly coiffed hair when she looks like a street urchin and the scrapes by her hairline are still visible even under her bangs. She doesn't Fit In.

But! If there is a dog, she will be petting it, so at least she's found something she likes.