Jyn/Han
From where Jyn is from, she had heard of the Force but never saw it. The closest she'd seen to the Force was through Imwe. Aside from that, she had never seen it first hand. Still, she held faith in it. As that crystal hung around her neck, Jyn would find herself roaming aimlessly through the halls uncertain of where she was going. But it seems in a sense she knew where she was being led too.
Han Solo. A man she had only spoken to a few times since arriving about her time. It seems they were both from the same reality, just he was thirty years into the future. Her fingers came to graze along the walls until she came to a stop at a room. She wasn't sure how she knew it was his. It didn't take much for that door to glide open.
"Han... Is everything alright?" She said with that accent that escaped her lips. From the look on his features, she already knew what had happened. Nightmares. Something she herself was too familiar with.