Sometimes Jyn is tremendously glad that a handful of her British-isms are lost on Cassian if only because he doesn't realize she called him pretty. She's also glad Bodhi isn't around because he would have called her out immediately, fucking traitor that he is.

"He is the skinniest. Could you really bench press me?" She turns her head fully enough that her messy waterfall of mermaid hair flairs out around her shoulders. A smile flickers across her face. "Could you bicep curl me?"

That is important!