"Probably mine, too," Jyn says with a shrug, not seeming overly bothered by the fact of that. They both know she's had her reasons, most of which she doesn't feel particularly inclined to talk about, at least not yet. She's too tense. Enough time spent sparring might loosen her up enough to do so, but for now, she's not sure there's anything to be said, anyway. What happened, happened. It's over now, there's no taking it back, and nothing she can say or do that would change it. They're both here now, anyway. How long it's been since they've last done this doesn't much matter in light of that.
Setting her bag down on the floor out of the way, she crouches to fish her own baton out of it, rifling past clothes to do so. She's been carrying her belongings with her, the way she used to when she was on the run for all those years; it just feels familiar, right, more so than staying in the house or putting down roots somewhere else would.
"I might," she agrees as she straightens. "But I promise not to kick your ass too badly."
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Date: 2019-10-29 06:56 am (UTC)Setting her bag down on the floor out of the way, she crouches to fish her own baton out of it, rifling past clothes to do so. She's been carrying her belongings with her, the way she used to when she was on the run for all those years; it just feels familiar, right, more so than staying in the house or putting down roots somewhere else would.
"I might," she agrees as she straightens. "But I promise not to kick your ass too badly."