Jyn emblazons the name into her mind's eyes - Finnick Odair. It's an odd name, she thinks, unlike ones she knows from home - but so is everything else so far this evening, so it fits the pattern.

For so long, she's kept the names of those who've hurt her, betrayed her, wanted her dead, or left her to die. The list of names of those on whom she could rely was short, the list of those she could trust even shorter. Finnick has made his way to the latter list - not yet - but for now, and until he proved otherwise, his name would stay on the former.

"I'd introduce myself, but you already know my name," she calls to him from over her shoulder, the faintest twitch of a smile on her face and in her voice.