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."
She ignores his apologies the way she ignores Poe's, she doesn't need apologies.
"Maybe..." Frowning at the phone, she slowly finds herself sinking down against the back of the couch until she's laid on the floor, again. "Maybe in few days."
There is no possible way for her to starve in that time, especially since she sees him every day for lunch and because she has more than enough cereal thanks to her adventure in the grocery store. Yet still she finds her heart sinking at the idea of Cassian not coming over to make her dinner while she pesters him and then watching TV with her on the couch.
"I doesn't seem fair." To Elsa or Jyn herself is anyone's guess.
"Okay," Cassian says, and he tries very hard to keep his tone neutral, but he also knows that in making that attempt Jyn will read into it correctly that he's also not...thrilled...with the disruption in their newfound pattern of living.
Yes, this an impossible second chance but she deserves better is still something of a mantra in Cassian's mind. She deserves the idyllic, peaceful life that Wayward Pines advertises, instead of the dangerous reality it embraces in the lie.
"It isn't fair." A sigh. "But it isn't her fault. Do you know her name?"
More frowning occurs. Elsa is very sweet and accommodating and Jyn knows she is capable of living with another person -- she practically lives with Cassian! But she likes her space and she liked her space being solely her own.
"Maybe leave your window unlocked tonight." And tomorrow night, and the next, and the next before Jyn thinks it would be fair to bring Cassian home with her.
"Elsa. Okay." Is he going to surreptitiously ask around about her? Yes, but he also has the good sense to wait a week, or so, once the woman has had a chance to get around and reintroduce herself into the general population's memory.
"I can do that." It's not even a question, really. He'd give Jyn keys, but considering the number of times he's had to pick the lock to her own door because she's left the keys behind somewhere...he's pretty sure that would be useless in a lot of ways.
"What's your impression of her? Other than 'sweet'."
Sweet is her impression of Elsa! Jyn doesn't have Disney princess in her vocabulary to call her such; the reference would be lost on both of them. She does try to get an impression, however, closing her eyes and thinking about the woman with the cold hands and the bright eyes the color of Bodhi's flight suit.
"She's not like us." War torn and broken. War and loss made Jyn hard and brittle, still fighting against the softness that peeks out like light. "But she's strong and very kind. I just met her."
"If she ends up being a homebody you can always hang out here." There, that's...the offer, more or less. "If you wanted an empty house for a while." He doesn't feel the need to add that she can spend time at with him at Go Ask Alice instead because she already does that, it's a given.
"Strong and very kind is good." Hopefully...well. Hopefully Jyn can make a friend in this Elsa.
"Mmm," she hums thoughtfully, something like agreement but more in acknowledgement. She doesn't like the disruption, she doesn't trust it, but her instincts tell her to trust Elsa so she wants to try. Maybe prove to herself that she has something left, that life and circumstance haven't stripped her of even the ability to try to be a normal human being.
Cassian is so good at it.
"When will you be home tonight?" Just in case trying is too difficult.
Cassian would argue that he is good at lying and faking it, and those are very different things. The way his mind works, in the middle of the night when no one is around would be a testament to not being 'good' at being a normal human being.
"Probably in about an hour. Hour and a half, tops."
It's almost comforting that Jyn knows these workaholic tendencies are a hold over from the rebellion, wondering idly if Cassian knows how to take a break. She doesn't think so but part of her wants to force him to take time off though she doesn't know how because it's not like they can leave for a vacation.
Instead: "Can you bring me some lemon cookies on your way home?"
Cassian takes mental stock of what they've got in the back as far as supplies and makes a noise in the positive tonality. He does not, for the record, know how to take a break. Too bad Kay isn't here to suggest things like 'spiking Cassian's coffee with a sleep aid'.
That is not a question and Jyn breathes out a scoff. "Frosted. With that really thin icing. What's that called? Glaze! Glazed lemon cookies."
See! She pays attention to Cassian's work.
"I'll you later, Andor." She feels better with the idea of Elsa after talking it out with someone she trusts and so she hangs up on Cassian feeling calmer and steadier knowing she's going to see him anyway, even if he isn't making her dinner.
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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."
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"What would you like me to do? Should I still come make dinner?" He'd offer his place, but...she knows the offer exists.
He's not sure how much better it is, in the long run. "I'm sorry." For this thing he has absolutely no control over, but.
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"Maybe..." Frowning at the phone, she slowly finds herself sinking down against the back of the couch until she's laid on the floor, again. "Maybe in few days."
There is no possible way for her to starve in that time, especially since she sees him every day for lunch and because she has more than enough cereal thanks to her adventure in the grocery store. Yet still she finds her heart sinking at the idea of Cassian not coming over to make her dinner while she pesters him and then watching TV with her on the couch.
"I doesn't seem fair." To Elsa or Jyn herself is anyone's guess.
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Yes, this an impossible second chance but she deserves better is still something of a mantra in Cassian's mind. She deserves the idyllic, peaceful life that Wayward Pines advertises, instead of the dangerous reality it embraces in the lie.
"It isn't fair." A sigh. "But it isn't her fault. Do you know her name?"
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More frowning occurs. Elsa is very sweet and accommodating and Jyn knows she is capable of living with another person -- she practically lives with Cassian! But she likes her space and she liked her space being solely her own.
"Maybe leave your window unlocked tonight." And tomorrow night, and the next, and the next before Jyn thinks it would be fair to bring Cassian home with her.
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"I can do that." It's not even a question, really. He'd give Jyn keys, but considering the number of times he's had to pick the lock to her own door because she's left the keys behind somewhere...he's pretty sure that would be useless in a lot of ways.
"What's your impression of her? Other than 'sweet'."
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"She's not like us." War torn and broken. War and loss made Jyn hard and brittle, still fighting against the softness that peeks out like light. "But she's strong and very kind. I just met her."
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"Strong and very kind is good." Hopefully...well. Hopefully Jyn can make a friend in this Elsa.
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Cassian is so good at it.
"When will you be home tonight?" Just in case trying is too difficult.
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"Probably in about an hour. Hour and a half, tops."
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Instead: "Can you bring me some lemon cookies on your way home?"
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"Frosted or no?"
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See! She pays attention to Cassian's work.
"I'll you later, Andor." She feels better with the idea of Elsa after talking it out with someone she trusts and so she hangs up on Cassian feeling calmer and steadier knowing she's going to see him anyway, even if he isn't making her dinner.