"Yeah, well. Like I said, experience," Jyn said, her shoulders lifting in a far more relaxed shrug than the situation called for. More relaxed than she actually felt, for that matter. It wasn't that she worried about what was going to happen to her or what came next. Confinement had always made her uneasy, though, small, cramped, dark spaces bringing memories to the surface that she preferred to keep buried. She didn't want to be stuck waiting; she wanted out.

But as before, that was a potential weakness she wasn't going to show. Besides, it wasn't dishonest, though it wouldn't have bothered her if it was. This was practically a routine by now. One of them might as well stay calm, and it might as well be her, even if underneath that was a familiar roil of tension and anger that had become a constant and a comfort over the last few years. Anger was good. Anger was safer than fear or hurt.

"Nothing to do about it from here, anyway." She chose her words deliberately. He could read into it what he wanted to, and she'd have plausible deniability if he turned on her.