"Hello Cassian."

Pretty name, pretty accent, pretty man. Jyn Erso, stop it. Florence whimpers a little, fussy again, and Jyn sighs, feeling scolded by the infant and returning to the little bouncing motions that seem to keep the baby calm.

"I hope she gets used to it before we reach America or I may leap into the ocean and live amongst the sea life." Probably only hyperbole but also... maybe?