"Actually." Another face, spitting this out is like pulling teeth, but she can't not tell him. She'd debated springing it on him in Denmark but that would be cruel. "Remember when we were flirting over socialism and you teased me about how I know so much about monarchies?"

UGH JUST SAY IT, JYN. Say the words. SAY IT!!!

"I'm sort of related to the Danish monarchy." She winces like she is expecting him to be mad and yell at her or yank himself away or throw her out or any number of terrible outcomes.