Jyn steps forward, into his space. Her chin has to tip up to look at him. Hadriana calls for them that the event is starting, a flutter of activity that Jyn ignores.

"My father is a Gamemaker."

She turns on her heel and stalks away as Albina claps her hands happily. There is the beautiful, powerful Victor she is trying to show the world. Jyn doesn't know if her father is as hands on as she imagines or if he specifically designed Cassian's or even if he designed her own hellscape. But it doesn't matter. Her father Capital and the worst sort -- the kind that makes games to slaughter children.

Better to destroy any illusion that Jyn might ever have a friend in any of these Victors or tributes or anyone at all.