His nostrils flare again, because memories or not it's such a quintessentially Jyn thing to say that Cassian can't even find it within himself to be angry about it. They never had time, and it's unfamiliar in its mundanity, so Cassian lets his fingers brush against her cheek while he's at it.

"You say that like I wouldn't just drag you out there with me." Raising his eyebrows. "You might have to get used to it."

But he lets his hand drop anyway. (Not the one she's holding on to; that one's not going anywhere.)