Jyn manages to blubber out something like a laugh, knowing full well it was said facetiously, still wondering at the fact that she's allowed herself to feel so attached to another person. She'd spent her entire life - well, the life she'd been forced into after having her parents taken away from her - building up all of her resistances. Being hardened and trained to care only about end goals, about victories at any cost, about warfare tactics, precision shooting, pressure points. Within the first six months under Saw, she'd abandoned all interest in learning her comrades' names, aside from her superior officers.

Keep them away, keep them distant, don't let them in. When they die, when you have to step over their corpse after they've been shot down by an enemy in the name of Saw's cause, it won't hurt as much. You can't mourn someone you didn't know.

This - someone so willingly deciding to stick around, to know her, to care for her - is such a stark contrast to the life she'd led that she doesn't know what to do it. It terrifies her, it makes her want to take off running until she exhausts herself into the ground. And yet - she isn't sure she can ever go back to who she'd been before, a woman without any attachments outside of herself. Not after Cassian, not after Moana, not after Kira.

"Lucky for both of us that I don't particularly want to," she manages to quip back, giving one final squeeze before dropping her hands from Moana's form to hastily wipe the moisture from her face. "Where - where did you go?"