Jyn's head snaps up with a whispered "what the fuck!" of startlement, fingers quickly enlarging Poe's patient file. Father: Kes Dameron. Andor, he must be Shara's brother then? Brother in law through her husband? No, Cassian said he had a sister, he must have meant Shara. Get it together, Erso, this is a place of business, focus on the patient.

She nods once. "I answered when she called his morning, she didn't say someone else was coming so I assumed..." A shrug, she seems to get her shit together when she steps forward to set the tablet down on the table and hold her arms out for Poe. He looks so unhappy, sick babies break her heart.

"Not important, is it, love?" Her voice softens the moment she starts to address the baby, the same way it had done when she spoke to the children they immunized. Kids make her melt. "I hear that you're feeling a bit poorly, is that so? I can't promise you'll feel better when you leave, but I can promise we'll sort out a plan to make you feel better. How's that sound?"

No matter the age, Jyn's babies are her patients, they get the questions. Even if it's their guardians that do most of the answering. The shift in her tone is apparent enough when she gives Cassian a brief once over. "You look well. Holiday suits you."