Jyn hadn't ever been taught to properly hunt or fish or seek the earth to fill her belly. She'd been forced to learn, out of necessity, though much of her survival was based on the purloining of items belonging to others. It's been a very long time, she thinks, since she's last slipped a handful of credits out of someone's pocket or stolen a glass mushroom to feed herself. Six years, somewhere around. It's not a life she wishes to return to, so she makes a promise with herself in her hazy state that she'll learn, properly, to live off the land.

"There are people who hunt and fish? Do you think they'd be willing to share the skill?" Might as well ask out right. She wouldn't be above simply following someone and observing for herself, but she knows it's more valuable to get instruction directly.

The second piece of bread surprises her, but she takes it all the same. A tiny nod of appreciation as she cradles it in her hands like a precious jewel. The smell wafts up, curling itself in her nostrils, drawing her mouth to the bread half before she can even process the movement. There's heat coming off the egg, but it doesn't matter - her hunger has taken over, and all she can think about is satiating the pain in her gut. She hopes it's one that can be filled, at least temporarily, with food.

"Really? More than in previous weeks?" she asks after she's had a chance to chew and swallow her bite.