Fulcrum

Jyn felt her own smile dim a little at that — not upset, just thoughtful. It must have been nice to have someone to turn to, who even might have a plan. That she operated entirely on her own these days was largely by choice, the safer option in so many ways. Still, there were times it might well have been useful. Times like this, when her alternative was winging it and figuring out her own way out of Imperial custody. She could do it, had done it, but she'd have been lying if she claimed that there wasn't some small part of her, the ghost of an abandoned teenage girl waiting in a bunker, who longed to call for her foster father and general to help her.

"Your secret's safe with me," she promised, her voice light enough not to betray the direction of her train of thought. Gesturing around the small cell, she added, "Besides, who am I going to tell?"

Maybe she could use this, if the droid did come through. Hitch a ride, figure out some way to repay him after. "Must be a good friend, then, this droid."