Jyn is all pink cheeks and a somber mouth curved in a vicious grin when Kes calls her over but when she's about to launch herself at the guy again, arms wrap around her middle and bodily haul her up and away. Her feet kick a little in the air before she is set down again, though his arms stay around her.

"Let me go, Bodhi!" Her British accent cracks sharply through the din of excited bar patrons watching all this unfold. Bodhi whispers something in her ear and Jyn wrenches herself out of his arms and whirls on him. For a second it looks like she is going to punch him too but she just points at him, finger mere centimeters from his face. He doesn't so much as flinch, staring at her placidly, even having witnessed her kick a man so hard he threw up and then punching another man and then tackling the first man.

While Bodhi and Jyn are having a stare down, Chewy lumbers past them, picks up the offensive man in question and deposits him outside, closing the door. As he passes back to the bar he pats Jyn's head like she is a particularly charming, if bothersome, dog.

(He's not wrong. She suffers from small dog syndrome.)

Eventually Bodhi steers her to the bar but a few minutes later, Jyn is standing by Cassian's table, looking a little less furious and a little more flushed with victory as she holds out a beer, knuckles already bruising. "My brother said I technically spilled your beer."

Well, the asshole did, but Bodhi told her to be nice.