"I .. Um." Jyn's face inexplicably flushes a shade of pink, a quiet laugh escaping her at Moana falling onto the bed. "It .. hasn't been all that common, throughout my life." She doesn't really feel like ripping open those old wounds, so she leaves Moana to come to her own conclusions. Perhaps someday, eventually, Jyn will share more about it. For now, she's happy to focus on the idea of sharing a room with someone who considers her a fried.

She slips herself into the vacant bed carefully, turning herself on her side with her hand under her face so she could look over at Moana.

"I do remember. You were struck by lightning," she says softly. Jyn easily echoes Moana's laugh as she shrugs her one shoulder a little. "I had to make sure you didn't have nerve damage. I'm surprised you even remember that much, with how well it hit you." She pauses. "I'm glad you're okay."