Jyn likes to think she's strong, she's survived a lot, she's managed a lot, apparently all by the age of twenty one. Strength became a survival instinct, a protective armor around herself and here is Cassian worming his way in again. She'd thought she would have remembered more than bits and pieces by the time she ran into him, so her lack of knowledge would be irrelevant, but here she is, trapped only with a feeling.

Peace is absolutely foreign and when Jyn feels it lapping at her like warm waves on the shore, she tries her best to ignore it. Looking away, so to speak, even as she keeps looking up at Cassian.

Her voice betrays the cracks in her armor, low and threaded through with discomfort of the perceived weakness, even as she keeps hold of his hand like it's an anchor keeping her safely from floating out into sea. "I will throw you into space if you keep this up."