A chill runs down Jyn's spine as she takes that in, and not because of the cool autumn rain that's falling. She only knows a little about the Sith, and it's hazy now, faded now with the stories her mother used to tell her about the Jedi when she was a child. It's enough, though. Even if it weren't, Rey's reaction would be. She's still tense and on guard, old survival instincts having kicked in, but she trusts her friend. As strange and unsettling as the scene may be, if Rey wants it gone, then it's with good reason, and at least Jyn doesn't have to worry now about startling her.

She takes a step closer, then kneels so they'll be on the same eye level, looking from Rey to the foreboding chair. What, if anything, she might be able to do about it, she has no idea, but she won't just leave Rey to deal with it alone.

"We'll get rid of it, then," she says, quiet and sure. "I don't know how, but we will."