Her mouth turns down into a frown, playing with her mother's necklace. Trust in the Force. Maybe she doesn't want to, Mama. Maybe the Force is a jerk. Sure, she and Cassian are getting a second chance at life but it's without the rest of their crew, in a place that is nothing more than a very luxurious cage. It's not much of a second chance.

Still, her mother's words echo around her mind, inescapable.

"Not very. But she remembers being here." She remembered the house being her home, Jyn was the interloper, not the other way around. "The bike in the garage is hers." Judging by Elsa's general appearance, the delicate floral tea cups and saucers they forgo for mugs were meant for Elsa as well. Jyn just got in the way. "She offered to find some place else to stay but-- I said she didn't have to."