Jyn sips her water quietly, listening to the woman recount a small handful of memories from wherever she's come from. Jyn tries to picture the scenes, of course not knowing what "English" might mean in relation to the countryside, but the rest is rather easy to imagine. She thinks to herself that she has no favorite, never had the chance to develop one. She does know that she will always carry a certain hatred for beaches, though.

"That's certainly something we have in common," she quips before she takes another sip of water. "When did you arrive"