"One of these is yours," Jyn corrects, passing him one as she sinks onto the couch, slightly closer than she was before. It's nothing. "One is mine, the other two are in flux."

Schrodinger's beer.

"I just want to feel like myself for once." It sounds like so little to ask for but here it's always too much, too dangerous, or she's too busy with Rey. She doesn't want to be Jyn: Rebel or Jyn: Mother right now, she wants to be Jyn: Girl right now.