She's always loved the story of how her father gave her her nickname. She didn't love the context or circumstances, but the story itself was one she held fondly in her memory. She turns, hearing the sleep in Moana's voice. She realizes, then, that she's overstayed her welcome - and the exhaustion of such an emotional couple of hours hits her like an open palm to the cheek.

"If you don't mind me staying," Jyn replies softly, smiling warmly at the offer. Although she had a cabin to technically go "home" to, there was nothing about the empty structure that felt anything like what its name implied. Here, with Moana, did.