[ jyn lifts up on her elbows to look at cassian and debates it with a studious, solemnity that resembles her father so much that it would be hard to say she inherited it from anyone else. ]
You may take it off.
[ she flops back on the bed, short hair fanning out around her head. ]
no subject
You may take it off.
[ she flops back on the bed, short hair fanning out around her head. ]
Do you think we actually died?