Jyn lets out a laugh of her own, deciding against mentioning that the closest thing she'd had to a parent had her doing exactly that. While she may not be much for pulling her punches either physically or verbally, it isn't exactly the greatest thing to drop into a conversation shortly after meeting someone that she'd been a child soldier, and had, by sixteen, known a variety of different ways to kill someone. At least Saw made sure she was well-trained and capable of defending herself — and then some — before he abandoned her.

Following along easily as Jillie starts to walk, she just about smiles, the expression crooked but genuine. "Did it work?" she asks. "As an outlet, I mean. I've always been... angrier than anyone really knew what to do with."

It's half a lie — Saw knew — but it's close enough to the truth. She sure as hell doesn't know what to do with herself now, when she's all aggression and there's no longer a war to fight.