Fulcrum

When she laughed again, a little fuller this time, Jyn almost didn't recognize the sound of her own voice. It was the laugh of someone younger, less burdened and beaten down by life, definitely not currently sitting in an Imperial prison cell. Strange as it all may have been, she found herself quietly grateful for this stranger, this Will. She still didn't trust him, but she wasn't sitting here feeling like the walls were closing in, and that went a long way.

"Well, now I know how you got yourself locked up in here," she quipped. "Criminally bad jokes."