Jyn bristles, feeling the cold crackle around her before she shoves it down, reaching for another power. It's dangerous, more dangerous than the ice that comes so naturally to her, especially on a ship entirely made of metal. Her mind stretches out and grabs the zippers on his vest, hauling him back to face her, clenched fingers lifted between them but not close to touching him.

"You don't get to walk away from this."

He doesn't get to talk his way out of this either.

"Those weren't Imperial weapons. Alliance bombs killed my father." The 'Good Guys', the people she was meant to trust, the people that whisked her out of one jail to find herself in a worse one.