"She's got stronger legs anyway." Leaning forward, Jyn sets the plate back on the table, only half eaten because she's already full, and shifts a bit to lift her hips so she can drag down the waist of her pants to show the mottled bruise Rey had already left on her thigh from this exact situation -- sans Cassian -- a few days ago. It looks like she'd been hit once by a grown adult and not repeatedly kicked by a tiny infant.

"She's a menace."