"No, I've got it." She shifts Sofia so she's snug in one arm, settled comfortably in Jyn's lap, face tipped up to ceiling like a little angel looking toward the sun. Her fingers tighten against Jyn's necklace, clutching the crystal tighter. Taking the bottle, Jyn nudges the baby's pouty lip and Sofia's eyes open as she latches on, greedily devouring her middle of the night snack.

Once Sofia seems down to chow, Jyn shifts the bottle a little so it rest between her breasts and now she has a hand free to eat, shoving a whole cookie in her mouth so she doesn't get crumbs on the baby.

"Too bad you haven't got tits, you can't go hands free."