Jyn loves the bunnies. They're so cute and fluffy and she likes the way their little noses wriggle around and they remind her of the bulbas on Skuhl, tiny and fragile and light. But Jyn is, beyond anything else, the daughter of a woman who loved and revered nature.

When the beautiful hawk swoops down and dives for the tiniest bunny, Jyn doesn't move a muscle from her spot sitting in the grass, leaning back against the deck stairs as she eats half a bagel.

She does, however, grade the bird, in a fashion. "Oh well done!"

What? It was a good dive, nice form, aimed for the weak one. She is self-aware enough to know that she is often considered the weak one so she has a little judgment that he couldn't aim for better prey but also, easy target. You go birdie, get your dinner, be your best self.