"Can't get a bra off anymore? For shame." Jyn tsks, with a smile, but reaches back to unsnap the bra with ease, sweeping it the rest of the way off of her and flinging it off to the side. Late bra, see you again never.

"I feel like you're stalling, Andor." It's been five seconds, Jyn, for fuck's sake. "Come on," she whines, curling her legs around his waist. "Gimme the condom, I want you. Hurry up. Vamos."

Maybe if she tells him to hurry up in two languages she can make time move faster.