That, Jyn knew better than to answer outright, with words. Instead, she arched an eyebrow, lifted a shoulder again, as if to say, Sounds that way, doesn't it? She'd known him for a matter of moments — didn't know him, really — and even if he'd been an old acquaintance, she wouldn't be inclined to openly discuss such things in an Imperial holding cell. With his question hanging in the air, though, she felt for the first time that maybe they were on the same page, both engaging in the careful dance of discerning what to make of someone new.
If he were for some reason a plant, or an Imperial sympathizer looking for something to use against her, she doubts he would ask something like that so blatantly. It wouldn't be the smart play. First time for him though this might have been, she got the impression that he was smarter than the circumstances suggested.
"Plenty of things can happen in transit," she settled on, what still seemed vague enough. "And bucketheads don't make the best wardens."
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Date: 2025-05-04 12:48 am (UTC)If he were for some reason a plant, or an Imperial sympathizer looking for something to use against her, she doubts he would ask something like that so blatantly. It wouldn't be the smart play. First time for him though this might have been, she got the impression that he was smarter than the circumstances suggested.
"Plenty of things can happen in transit," she settled on, what still seemed vague enough. "And bucketheads don't make the best wardens."