"You can make it private," Jyn assures him with a soft bite in her tone, stubborn. Her heels click against the tile floor as she taps her foot impatiently. He is the one that said it would be easier if he had his own and now he is being difficult -- which is a purposefully literal and incorrect summation of what he said, but she doesn't care.

She is going to make him make an instagram so she can tag him, but another thought occurs to her and a crease sprouts between her eyebrows. "What are you doing here?"

She is a journalist, this is her job, but what is he doing here.