Jyn looks up, face still hovering near Rey enough to drop another kiss on her head before her attention diverts completely to Cassian. Her forehead wrinkles, almost like she's mimicking Rey, crease between her eyebrows.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Because it is her. He's looking at Rey the way he always does but she can tell he's looking at her the same. It's disconcerting, but not in a particularly bad way.

Maybe not in a bad way. She thinks.