It takes her too long to find her voice again, protracted silence stretching between them, heavy and dark. When she does manage words they are clipped, almost clinical, impersonal because if she thinks about the men and women and droids that she lead out to the beaches of Scarif, if she thinks about Tonc and Sefla and Melshi and Bodhi and Chirrut and Baze... she won't make it.

"Status report--" She falters, voice cracking, breaking into a whisper. "Rogue One."