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“We don’t have to talk about it.”
Jyn’s gaze hasn’t left the panel in front of her, her grease-stained fingers absently flicking a toggle on the controls. “Talk about what?”
She feels Cassian’s stare, landing somewhere on her back, but she doesn’t turn around. Instead she bites the inside of her lip, clears her throat, and looks for the override on the console. She’d spent the better part of an hour stripping wires and rerouting power grids, if this didn’t work-
“Last night. We don’t have to talk about it.”
Jyn pulls out her pliers, stripes another set of wires. “What’s there to talk about?”
A stretch of silence. She hears a shuffle of cloth, and knows that Cassian has turned to watch the rest of the hall. Any moment, and the Imperial guards would come and they would have to leave without the intel they infiltrated this Force-forsaken casino for.
“Canto Bight ceremonies are recognized. Legally.”
Jyn’s smudged fingers type across the console, leaving splotches of dirt and grime behind them. She’d drawn the short straw of saboteuring, and had made an impressive crawl through the vent to get to the console hub. She looks over her shoulder. Cassian is dressed in an impeccable suit, cream-colored. His disguise for the casino floor. Even clean-shaven, his face is drawn as ever and somber. His back to her, he’s taken up pointe and doesn’t move.
The console dings. Jyn’s lips split into a wide smile. Her hacking ability is about as good as someone using a hammer instead of a lockpick, but it seems to have worked. “Cracked it!”
He looks over just quickly enough to give her his grim, thin smile that always does something to her chest. “Good. Pack up.”
She starts to. In the midst of the tools and grime and data breach in-progress, the thin, silver band around her finger is so much cleaner it seems to glow. She glances at it, before ignoring it in favor of transmitting Imperial routing numbers back to base.
Last night, they had… Jyn’s psyche has never aggressively ignored a word like this before. But it had been for the mission. Short, quick, Canto Bight style. The skeptical Imperial officer’s disbelief at their cover story momentarily displaced in light of matching rings and an official license.
Jyn hoists her gear over her shoulder, shuts down the terminal, and starts to run. A half second later, Cassian’s boots echo behind hers.
They don’t talk about it.