"I'm fine," Jyn says automatically, rollling her shoulder back like it's just a kink. She has the bite the inside of her cheek to stem the shooting pain. She refuses to give in to this injury. It's not the worst she's ever had, she somehow knows that. That doesn't mean Poe was wrong when he said she looked beat to hell, it just means Jyn is choosing to ignore that fact.

"Watch where you're going next time." Although. This girl -- please, Jyn, she in like ten minutes younger than you and a few inches taller -- sounds like her. "Where are you from?"

Like Jyn knows where she is from. Any of the froms she is from.