[ in contrast to her typical minimalist appearance, jyn's usual satchel is overflowing with supplies. she clutches bags of miscellaneous items (soup cans, blankets, and the like) in her arms. she walks through the market at a slow pace, attempting not to drop her cargo. normally, she would make a brisk, backalley exit, avoiding people and quickly finding her way home, but the side streets are too narrow and uneven for her present balancing act.
recognising the voice attempting to sell her something or other, she eases to a stop. after a moment, she lifts her head and arches her brows in reply. ]
Lance. [ which encompasses hello, nice to see you in jyn-speak. ] I don't think I can carry anything else.
[ said more wryly than apologetically, of course. ]
3-ish also rumour trading yes/yes
recognising the voice attempting to sell her something or other, she eases to a stop. after a moment, she lifts her head and arches her brows in reply. ]
Lance. [ which encompasses hello, nice to see you in jyn-speak. ] I don't think I can carry anything else.
[ said more wryly than apologetically, of course. ]