Jyn nods minutely at the woman's answer; it's what she had been expecting. Of course, isn't that where the average person would want to return to, if they'd found themselves here? Family, a network of friends, a house that was theirs, full of meaningful mementos and memories. Her eyes are lost in the residual liquid of her glass when the question she'd been expecting leaves Peggy's mouth; it makes her flinch all the same.

She doesn't answer right away, unsure of how - unsure of how to convey all that it is that's swirling, storming inside of her. How does one return home if there's no home to be had?

"I'm not sure," she replies, voice barely above a whisper. "I've no family left, where I come from. No home planet." The only place she'd even managed to find a glimpse of what home could have been like hadn't been a physical location at all - it had been in a person, in Cassian. And he was supposed to have perished with her on the beach. She supposes she could return to the Alliance, continue to fight for them and in their name against the Empire (though she hopes there's no Empire to speak of, if the Death Star had been destroyed). She supposes she could return to life as a criminal, though it wouldn't be her ideal. Come up with another name, another story - start over entirely. But how? How could she forget what she'd found in Cassian? Pretend as though it hadn't existed, as though he hadn't existed?

She glances up, offers a twitch of a smile as though to soothe whatever concerns Peggy might have had.

"I'm open to suggestions."