"Yeah," Jyn agreed, little more than an exhale between them. She didn't need to know how he was going to finish that sentence, if he even had a specific end for it, to get the general idea of what he meant. It was one of the survival tactics she'd had in those years on her own: knowing that people would dismiss her based on her size and stature, and knowing that, if she couldn't just skate by under the radar, she would be able to make them regret it. "It did. It does."

Her thumb brushed against the back of his hand again, an idle, thoughtless gesture.

"All right. Fact. Sprinkles was actually yours, before. I think that's why she went running to you like she did. She must remember you."