‘i forgot how much of a charmer you were.’ cruel smirk spreading as she straddles a crate nearest him, slowly easing into a sit. elbows propped against knees, her chin comes to rest against oil-stained fingers. ‘i was just hoping, if you can get your rust bucket running, that i could snag a ride.’ probably not the SMARTEST quip, insulting the man who might be her only way off this rock. there are men after her ( not undeservedly so – a criminal record is not something you accidentally attain ).
“Oh, but how could y’ever forget about me, sweetheart ??” The man quips right back, h a u g h t y smirk matching her own / a CHALLENGE. Attention turns back to the Falcon, dirt stained hands working intricately. She may need a tune up every time he flies her out, but she was HIS ; he could never willingly part from her. Jyn’s roundabout plea makes him h a l t , elbows falling to rest on thighs as hazel orbs take her in. Brow arched, chin jutted out, his wicked smirk only widens. “I think ya hurt her feelin’s, you should APOLOGIZE, oh && y’know, tell me ya NEED me ; then I’ll consider your offer.” Cocky indeed, yet he already made his mind —— of course he’d help her. Not that she needed to know that yet. “ ‘Sides, just where were ya thinkin’ of going ??”