Though months have passed, Jyn still can't stay put. It isn't even just the restlessness, though that certainly plays a part; she felt that even when she was at her most settled here, too used to a life spent on the run. What keeps her going is more an unwillingness — an inability, really — to put down roots anywhere. She tried that once, and it backfired in spectacular fashion. She doesn't think she has it in her to do that again, to give up what she had for good, to accept what happened, and to try again.

The Falcon is as close as she gets, though. It was even when she was still the lone person from her galaxy in Darrow. Sharing the space with a friend is nice, too. There's no pressure for her to stay, but it doesn't seem to be a problem that she comes and goes, and she likes Rey. Dark as her moods have tended to be lately, she smiles as she walks onto the ship, taking in the sight of Rey by the table. "Hey," she greets in turn. "How's things around here?"