[so he does remember her name; what an impressive achievement on his part. if jyn weren't so angry to her core, with her jaw still being locked in place because of that, she might actually give in to an impulse to laugh.

as it stands, though, every muscle in her body tenses at just his fingertips touching her, ready to fight back. with some effort and force, she attempts to wrench her arm away and free, her face scrunching, lip curling, as she does. the whole time, she makes sure she isn't the one to blink first.]

If it hadn't been for you, he wouldn't have been there in the first place. He would still be alive, and so would my mother.

[once again, she makes it a point not to keep her voice down; for anyone who cares to listen, they'll have no problem hearing about the blood on orson krennic's hands.

after a beat, she adds, flatly,]

And you should actually look at your reflection. You'd find twenty things wrong in seconds.

[had she just called him ugly? maybe. she's entitled to something from being forced to look at his stupid face.]