Jyn has never been very good at small talk, or, really, at being social in general. Being raised largely in isolation, and then around a group of rough-edged soldiers, most of whom were significantly older, saw to that. When Martin starts filling her in on what's been going on, though, she listens, not least because she hardly knows anything about him in the first place. He told her a little about the records kept where he works the first time they met, but aside from the kindness he showed her the day she found her father's message, that's really about it. So she takes it in and nods along, and then finds herself not terribly surprised when it takes a more serious turn. Part of her wonders if maybe he wanted, or needed, to get all of that out, but even if that's the case, she can't blame him. It's a lot to shoulder.

What it says about her that it is, in some ways, more comfortable subject matter than just catching up with an acquaintance, she neither knows nor wants to know, but she finds herself on slightly steadier ground with it all the same.

"It makes it even harder, doesn't it, knowing that's what they have to go back to?" she asks, though from the tone of her voice, soft and sure, it's more a statement than a question. She's known her share of people here who died horribly where they were from and then disappeared. Lincoln, Bodhi, her father. Cassian. It would be true of her, too, if she ever were sent back, but that seems like all the more reason not to mention that particular detail now. "Sorry. About your friend. And that you had to deal with that bullshit on top of all the rest of it."