"I'll have to express anyway," Jyn answers lamely. It doesn't preclude her from staying, because when she's alone she usually takes care of it on the couch anyway, but it is a bit weird. She knows she can just give Rey formula, but she trusts approximately zero Imperial things being ingested by her daughter, even if it's irrational.

In any case, Jyn is too tired to care, but she's offering Cassian an out for having to watch Jyn wrapped in blankets with bottles of fresh milk occasionally being pushed through the blankets and set on the coffee table. It's odd.