He can feel her watching him, but he doesn't look at her face, preferring instead to lift the napkin and gently peer at her wound. Not as bad as the blood would have him think.

"I know," he says, with an undertone of I agree. It isn't fair. It's just one more thing to add to their list of unfair things. He can't very well tell her out loud how little he asks of them, how he always says please and thank you. How he felt more connected to the ones who helped clean his space before his first Games than almost anyone else he'd met that week.

But when the avox returns with the bandages, he says a thank you and thinks Jyn might be able to figure some of that out anyway. She's also brought a balm, presumably to help with any bleeding, and a tiny vacuum to start sucking up the minuscule pieces. Only then does he glance at Jyn, surprised by how deeply she seems to be watching him, though there's no sign of that on his own face.

"Let me see," he says, and when she doesn't give any sign of disagreement, he opens up her palm and dabs at the cut with the napkin, gently wiping away at the blood. It's clotting, but he wipes that up too, using a wipe the avox brought too; presumably it's full of antibiotics or disinfectant.