Jyn tugs her boots on, cute but serviceable, and yanks a black coat on before sweeping a purple scarf around her neck, the only pop of color in her all black outfit. The looks the picture of Imperial 1%, aside from her unhappy expression. Shoving the door open, she veers right down the hall, opposite the direction Galen had brought Cassian up. They're taking the turbo lift in the back.
Under her breath she mutters, "Tell your droid not to stomp." If his lumbering droid somehow makes Krennic notice them and she has to speak to that man, she will melt him down.
She glances behind them once, reaching up to curl her fingers against the sleeve of his jacket, nudging him to turn once they reach the end of the hall. It's only once they've reached the lift that she lets go to basically punch the call button. She really doesn't want to see Krennic.
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Under her breath she mutters, "Tell your droid not to stomp." If his lumbering droid somehow makes Krennic notice them and she has to speak to that man, she will melt him down.
She glances behind them once, reaching up to curl her fingers against the sleeve of his jacket, nudging him to turn once they reach the end of the hall. It's only once they've reached the lift that she lets go to basically punch the call button. She really doesn't want to see Krennic.