"There will always be small men at the heart of something destructive like that," Jyn seethes quietly, images of the Man in White flashing through her mind. She couldn't know whether or not the Death Star plans had reached their destination outside of the receiver of the transmission. She couldn't know whether it had been destroyed, but she could hope - deeply, purely - that it had been. She falls quiet for a few moments, consider the woman, her gloved hands, the glass in her own. "Where would you go, if you could escape?"