Jyn's eyes immediately close against the tears that threaten to fall, expression crumpling with grief. Their chances had been spent. That had been the Death Star in the sky. The weapon her father helped build, his acquiescence solely to make sure that Jyn would stay safely out of the reach of the Empire, had ultimately killed her and Cassian on that beach.

The irony is not lost on her.

It had been a futile hope.

"And the plans?" Had they even been transmitted? Had Bodhi made it that far? The man in white -- Krennic -- had taunted her that she shields were still up. What if he wasn't wrong? What if Bodhi had been-- Jyn finds herself unable to think of sweet, gentle, brave Bodhi Rook without shaking and when she heads the tea cup clattering dangerously against the saucer she abruptly sets it down. The scalding tea that splashes out against her fingers doesn't seem to have any effect on her.

Why would it? She's already dead.