Jyn doesn't shiver, which would be too horrifying to come back from and she would have to leap off the balcony never to be seen again, but goosebumps ripple across her arms and it takes all of her self-control to keep herself from rubbing her arms. Hopefully he won't notice.

"Brought your sunglasses though," she teases still, reaching over her shoulder to snatch them from where he'd hand them tucked in the collar of his tee shirt. She unfolds them, puts them on inside the flat, tips her chin up to study herself in the mirror.

"Hm. Thank you for this lovely gift." As they are her sunglasses now.