Something pulls at her, some mingling sense of loss she's incredibly familiar with and something brief and fleeting like gratitude. It must be such a hardship, she thinks with some bitterness, to have a family and a life built in to this insanity, to feel some sense of belonging when everything else is foreign and wrong.

At least she is no stranger to feeling like she doesn't belong.

"Cassian doesn't seem to be particularly fond of it either." It's easier to spill his secrets than hers, her chin tips up when they pass out of the glare of a streetlight. "He also told me there is a pretty blonde woman you don't want to talk about."