Gently, with the precise movements of a fucking lady, Jyn pushes her food away, closing the take out container. She picks it up and just as carefully pops it into Cassian's fridge, closing the door and turning to the sink.

To wash her hands.

"I am interested, Cassian. And just think, there is no cat here to taunt you with things you cannot touch." Jabba might play hard to get, but Jyn is definitely not.