"Okay," he whispers, not sure if she'll even be able to hear him, letting her guide him out. He thinks he'll be all right if she's with him. Maybe he should feel more wary; maybe that sudden, violent display should have frightened him more. He barely knows her, after all. He knows some odd details about her home universe that he can't possibly divulge, and... what else? Except it doesn't matter, can't begin to matter. She seems a little ill at ease with offering comfort, but she still leads him out. She stood up for him when she didn't have to. She protected him, and everything about her stance and her willingness to stay by him now indicates she'd do it again, if anyone was lying in wait.
Outside it's fairly deserted, though, the man seeming to have scarpered to lick his wounds. Martin breathes out, the relative quiet seeming heavy on his ears, the humid air compounding how overheated he still feels. He makes it a few steps away from that place before stopping, turning to hunch against the wall, bending over a bit as if to catch his breath.
"Th-thank you," he murmurs, not sure what else to say. What does one say in these situations? When Daisy saved him, it was at far greater risk to herself, and he could turn his focus toward caring for her, or trying to convince her to allow that. Jyn seems fine, relatively speaking, like that was nothing to her, and he has no idea what to ask or what more he can ask for. He can't imagine wandering home now, doesn't want to face the task of telling John about this yet, but he has nowhere else to go.
"I..." he starts with nowhere to go, and finally lifts his head to look at her, feeling oddly shy. What comes next feels too close to an excuse or an apology, something he knows he doesn't need to offer, and yet it comes out anyway: "I don't normally... go places like that."
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Outside it's fairly deserted, though, the man seeming to have scarpered to lick his wounds. Martin breathes out, the relative quiet seeming heavy on his ears, the humid air compounding how overheated he still feels. He makes it a few steps away from that place before stopping, turning to hunch against the wall, bending over a bit as if to catch his breath.
"Th-thank you," he murmurs, not sure what else to say. What does one say in these situations? When Daisy saved him, it was at far greater risk to herself, and he could turn his focus toward caring for her, or trying to convince her to allow that. Jyn seems fine, relatively speaking, like that was nothing to her, and he has no idea what to ask or what more he can ask for. He can't imagine wandering home now, doesn't want to face the task of telling John about this yet, but he has nowhere else to go.
"I..." he starts with nowhere to go, and finally lifts his head to look at her, feeling oddly shy. What comes next feels too close to an excuse or an apology, something he knows he doesn't need to offer, and yet it comes out anyway: "I don't normally... go places like that."