"I hate deserts." Plop. One more basket tipped inside but it looks dangerously full now and Jyn shifts the last one in her arms as if debated carrying it as is.

"I've still got sand in my hair from the beach." Her disheveled hair halos out around her as she shakes her head like a lost puppy dog. She doesn't remember why she was even at the beach. Which is annoying. But she still has sand in her boots and her pants and, she swears, in her hair every time she showers.

"We need another bag."