Jyn manages to squeak out a few dismissive sounds, trying to shrug off and make light of the panic she'd felt surging throughout her body. She tries to mask the worry and terror she knows swirls in her eyes, tries to pretend she isn't nearly as attached to Moana as she truly is. It's still a weakness to her, deep down - attachments, other people, connections.

But what a lonely life she'd led, keeping everyone away.

She doesn't want it - not again.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," she insists, giving a parting squeeze before letting her hands drop to her sides. "You - you were just - gone. For a full day, I think." It felt like longer, she wants to say. "I woke up, and you weren't there."