"Oh, yeah," she assures with a laugh. "I'm pretty sure that's about the same time my parents were like, 'uh, let's get her into sports so she doesn't kill people.'" It'd been a nice way to channel her aggression, at least, until the schizophrenia had gotten the better of her. She wonders, briefly, if Jyn's noticed her scars, and then decides abruptly that she doesn't care.
She realizes, sort of suddenly, that they've just been standing in the hallway, and gestures vaguely for Jyn to follow as she starts to walk. She needs cigarettes, and apparently coffee, if her brain is only now catching up to this fact.
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Date: 2017-09-15 09:37 am (UTC)She realizes, sort of suddenly, that they've just been standing in the hallway, and gestures vaguely for Jyn to follow as she starts to walk. She needs cigarettes, and apparently coffee, if her brain is only now catching up to this fact.