With as shaken as he still understandably seems, Jyn isn't sure what she's expecting to happen once they step outside and start down the sidewalk. It isn't this, though, Martin stopping and seeming like he's trying to catch his breath, though she supposes it's a plenty reasonable reaction, under the circumstances. Her reflexes have always been quick, and the same is as true now as it would be in a fight. She stops when she does, keeping a bit of a distance so she doesn't crowd him, but standing in front of him as if, despite being a good few inches shorter than he is, she could shield him from the view of any passersby. No one else should see this. She's not entirely certain that she should, but she's the one who's here, and maybe she can at least try to minimize the exposure of what he must be feeling now to any nearby strangers.

She shrugs a little when he thanks her, awkward and not really knowing how to respond. It's not fine when that shouldn't have happened, but for her, it required little effort and even less contemplation. She couldn't have just sat there and let that happen to — well, anyone, probably, but especially not someone she knows, someone who helped her when she was extremely and uncomfortably vulnerable. She doesn't let people hurt her friends if she could help it, and in this instance, she could help it.

It's what he says next that really gives her pause, though, as if she might have needed some sort of explanation for what just happened, as if he'd somehow set himself up for it when people like that asshole exist, in her experience, in every corner of the goddamn galaxy. "I don't either," she says, blunt but not unkindly so, "and it wouldn't matter if you did. It wouldn't be okay, or your fault, there or anywhere else."