A hero never thinks of themselves as a hero, Jyn thinks but even then she can't reconcile the idea in her mind. It's easier to think of herself as a tool, something to bring the Alliance that much closer to taking down the Empire. Were they crucial? It's possible, but Jyn can't imagine the Alliance would stop trying to get those plans.
Jyn knows better than anyone never to let her guard down, but in this odd lobby, in a strange city, on a strange planet... it's easier. Especially with Cassian there. Besides, this doesn't feel like real life. It doesn't feel like it counts. Jyn's already dead where she's from and this place, as far as she's concerned, is simply an after life. A bonus round before her eventual death. If she could go back, she'd likely end up where she left off. May as well enjoy it while she can, soon enough she'll be back on guard watching everyone with a close eye.
Thirty four years. Jyn does the math in her head and can't help but imagine what she'd be like if she lived. She frowns when he mentions a second death star but decides not to focus too much energy on something she can't control. Jyn doesn't exist there anymore. Only in memory.
"I would be 55 years old." She says after a moments silence, unsure of what else to say. Jyn looks over at Cassian, her expression blank at first but the amusement showing in her eyes before she lets a small smile show. "Practically an old woman."