He tries not to listen, none of his business, though he catches a word here and there. He did his best, and he accepts being outmaneuvered. He rakes his fingers experimentally through his hair while he waits for her to get back, more aware of his general shabbiness now that he's in a real building and everything around him is calm. His shellshocked scarecrow look feels a bit less appropriate than it did scrambling through a battlefield while it was on fire. Initial data says it's far too tangled for him to try to correct it in polite company, so he mostly leaves off fussing with it in time for Jyn to return, still absently spinning a few wisps around his finger.

That is the sort of question he'll have to ask eventually, and he should be talking about something and not just gazing into space. "It's... I... There are, um, there are only questions about this place." He's not even sure where to start. Not with the grenade thing, but there are a lot of other options he can't decide between. "Start me somewhere?"