Eight months? Jyn thinks to herself. She's been here that long? Still, she is trying her hardest not to be disheartened by that fact - both the length of time as well as that there haven't been any patterns found.

"What've you found? Is there anything?" Jyn's mind is always working in a tactical sense, looking for the opportunities, the patterns, the next move. There has to be something tying all of the villagers together, something that's brought them all here. "I -- I was supposed to have died," she adds on as an afterthought, willingly throwing herself into the cauldron of information this woman's been stirring. "Before I came through the fountain." She wonders if it's trauma that's brought everyone here - something terrible that was supposed to have happened but somehow rerouted itself to bring them all here instead.

"Are there expeditions? Going out to explore the landscape, seeing if escape is possible?"