"General Organa has already seen it," he says, with obvious chagrin. There's literally no way he can keep her from showing it to Cassian without trying to wrestle her for it and he knows how that would end.

Painfully. For him.

"Please put it away." He turns back to the koyo fruit, chopping vehemently away at the fruit and focusing on the scent and the texture of home. He is not, for all the galaxy, going to admit that recruitment numbers went up after that thing got around. (Never mind that BB-8 is chirruping out the statistics; at least Jyn doesn't speak binary.)

He will allow a smile for the fact that it makes Jyn happy.