This was a bad idea, but it was apparently a day for bad ideas. Jyn took his hand without hesitation, the feeling of it warm and familiar and right in her own, and gave him a tiny smile. Such minor contact, not even the most they'd shared today, shouldn't have been enough to set her heart racing. Really, she thought she'd shut this part of herself down. It seemed painfully unfair that he could, without even realizing it, wake it up again.

"Come on," she said, leading them to the ship's exit. Outside, it was quiet; the Falcon was easy walking distance from the city itself, but situated, having crash-landed years earlier, in the countryside north of it, little else in the immediate vicinity. Off to one side was her small garden. All of it made her suddenly self-conscious, as if it might seem like she'd gone soft. "Rain's stopped, at least."