"Defected? Defected?" A snide, sarcastic laugh breaks through Jyn's teeth before the scowl returns, nearly twisted into a sneer. "No wonder you defected, if this is your tactical approach." She holds her arms out to either side of her, begging the invisible enemies to dare an attack, the weakest parts of her bodies exposed. She beckons them out from wherever they might be hiding with the swooping motions of her hands.

"C'mon, then!" she shouts, addressing the unseen hostiles. "This defector certainly isn't gonna do much good here. Might as well take the kriffing shot while you've got the chance." The fire of her eyes, glossy and unfocused with fever, seek Bodhi out again.

"Let me guess, defector - trying to find me cover's just a terrible offer of capturing me, eh? Throwing me into a prison? Who do you really work for? Is it Krennic? I would've thought he'd try harder to find me, send one of his best."