[ the Milky Way, not a name she recognizes, though she likes the sound of it. silly, like the places in her mother's stories or the holo dramas on Five Points. she'd believe it, if a silly boy were from a silly place, so she accepts the unfamiliar term without question.

she buries her face deeper in her scarf, still sitting with her knees flush against her chest. ]

The craziest. [ which, muffled by the fabric, sounds lamer aloud, but it's true all the same. their eyes can't perceive things, no, but sometimes Jyn thinks their heads or hearts can. intuition or the force — something hits you, and you know because it leaves you aching. it pulls them both into melancholy now, she's sure. and she feels responsible, for steering the conversation this way. lifting her head again, she gestures towards a cluster of stars. ] My father made me memorize every star and planet, from the Core Worlds to the Outer Rim. So, I keep thinking I'll find something familiar, if I just look again. [ she turns to observe Peter and laughs at her own joke before she says it. ] Guess crazy's the watchword.