The solidarity is surprisingly welcome, but at the same time it makes a line of tension settle between her shoulder blades. Chirrut ignored her anti-social behavior and steamrolled her into friendship and it causes a pang in her heart, but she doesn't know why.

Cassian will know, she knows, but she doesn't think she will ask him. She'll remember eventually. She's not avoiding anything.

And he's still not introducing herself, though now it's just because she refuses to give in, not because he doesn't deserve it. His salute does pull a flicker of that ghost of a smile, however fleeting she forces it to be, memories tugging at her mind but not quite coalescing into something firm.

"Later, flyboy." With an exaggerated wink, she turns and disappears into the crowd.