His hands are still warm, a fact Jyn notes idly. His eyes are still beautiful even when he isn't furious. Maybe it's his warm hands or his beautiful eyes, maybe it is the alcohol she is deeply unused to, maybe it is the tiny thread like gravity to finds her drawn to him. Whatever, the case, Jyn finds herself admitting her disquiet.

"They're slaves. They shouldn't have to do anything for us." They can't even speak up for themselves. Jyn isn't ignorant enough to believe that the Avoxes aren't meant to send a message to the Victors especially -- keep your mouths shut, no one gets to speak up because look what will happen if you do.

No rebelling against Capitol norms.

As if Jyn isn't aware what will happen if she acts out. She has a cluster of gravestones to mark the aftermath of her family's rebellious acts.