Fulcrum

"That makes one of us," Jyn quipped, voice dry, just barely tinged with self-satisfaction. It would be unforgivably naive of her to take a statement like that at face value anyway, but where she was plenty wary and distrusting, she wasn't worried, not of him. She could hold her own if it came to that. So, with a deep breath, she reached up to pluck one of the pins from her hair, prying the sides apart to make it a functional lockpick. She hoped she wouldn't regret doing this, but she had a feeling she might regret it more if she didn't. Better to potentially have a temporary ally than an enemy. "Yeah, I've got it."