nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I've ever known.

[realists]

♪ pilot --amber run

There is a lot that goes into espionage, Jyn finds out. Saw's version was less spying and more infiltration for the purpose of kicking ass once they were inside, less so with the information gathering. But maybe that was just Jyn. He certainly had information and probably had informants, she was just more of a blunt force object.

She'd been given a file with her alias, identification she could have forged on her own thank you very much, and spent no less than four hours being forced into dress after dress after dress, many of which she vetoed for being too revealing, too itchy, too low, too short, too ridiculous... is that feathers? Are they serious? They're serious. Jyn vetoes that one as well, finally leaving the choice up to Cassian because she doesn't care and she doesn't think he'll choose one that will leave her pissed off for the entire evening. She works best when she's angry, but it would certainly take any enjoyment from the night if she wants to strangle him.

They attempt to teach her how to apply make up, but it turns out she's a professional with an eyeliner pencil.

And so Cassian finds her coming down the stairs in heels that are high enough to double as a piercing weapon and the simple black dress he picked out and a frown seemingly carved into her sullen expression. The cord of her necklace is missing, but it's wrapped around middle of her bra and tucked out of sight. She fought them on leaving that behind as well. Her nose scrunches when she sees him looking obnoxiously handsome in a suit -- it makes her hands clench into fists, hidden inside her pockets -- and she makes a face at him.

"If we were still on Hoth, I'd have frozen to death once I put this dress on. You could have killed me." In case he was wondering how she feels about this whole thing. They're not on Hoth, however, which is the only reason that she'd agreed to go with Cassian. Well, that and the idea of someone else pretending to be Cassian's partner made her want to throw Draven out into the snow to be mauled by wild snow beasts or freeze to death. She wasn't picky. Whichever one hurt more. "There better be food."