It wasn't as impressive as it could have been, but Jyn refrains from adding that much. Somehow she doesn't think it would be particularly helpful to note that the asshole who'd been pawing at Martin is lucky to have gotten away with nothing more than a broken nose and some wounded pride. If she'd wanted to, she could have really made him regret ever laying his hands on someone who was distinctly saying don't and stop. Given Martin's reaction, though, how shaken he understandably seems and how quickly he'd wanted to get out of there, she doesn't think that physically driving the point home like that would have done enough good to be worth the effort.

She still feels that desire, rage coiled hot and familiar under her skin, but the longer she's out here, the more it gradually subsides. That part has just always been easier for her than this, the emotions and the aftermath. She barely even knows Martin, and she feels more aware of that now than she did in her back corner booth in the bar, seeing him get accosted by a stranger. Still, she can't bring herself to regret it. Sitting back and letting something like that happen just wouldn't have been something she could stomach, and the fact that he helped her before only makes her feel that much more strongly about having intervened. It's the least she can do for him in turn.

"I'm glad I was too," she says, that much unquestionably true and not requiring any real consideration. Although she doesn't want to insinuate that he wouldn't have been able to handle himself without her intervention, there's no reason it should have had to go on any longer anyway. "Got a few worthwhile tricks up my sleeve, I guess."