A fit. He's no idiot; Jyn doesn't have fits, he's fairly certain - this is something else, and he runs through the possibilities as he makes his way to the showers, explaining to the woman that he knows what he's doing, thank you, please...and he gestures, and she leaves, and he opens the door.

His stride is quiet as he settles down, not in front of but next to her, pulling her close with an arm around her shoulders. He's silent for a while, letting her gather what she can just from his being there, ignoring the water dripping down his head and shoulders into his face and down his back.

"Jyn?" A moment's hesitation. "I could carry you."