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[hebeimmortalized]

Jillie is feeling pleasantly sore in places and ways she hasn't in way too long. Paul's gone to work, and she's letting herself out so she can get some cigarettes, some condoms, and a candy bar. Her clothes — which are actually his clothes, because she'd gone to his apartment in a bikini — are haphazard on her body, but she doesn't even care.

As she locks the door behind her, she looks up to see who else is moving around. It's not early, but it's still early enough that Jillie's surprised to see anyone else in the hall.

Then she realizes what apartment the other woman is coming out of. Paul's neighbor. She can't help a smug little grin.

"Hey," she says.

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[nextchance]

"Yeah?" Jyn asks, brow raising, though she doesn't seem particularly fazed. Crazy could mean a lot of things, and nothing about Jillie has seemed noteworthily unusual to her so far. Then again, given the circumstances of their meeting, that's a bar set fairly low. It isn't every day she strikes up a conversation with a woman who'd been having sex next door the night before, both of them fairly audible. "Crazy how?"

[hebeimmortalized]

"Oh, uh, I hear voices? I'm schizo, and sometimes it's a little out of control. For the most part, I'm good, though." She shrugs a little, adjusting the shirt and looking to Jyn for her reaction to this new information.

[nextchance]

Given how different the galaxy she lived in tends to be from the world most people here are familiar with, Jyn isn't actually expecting to hear a term she's familiar with. Maybe it's for that reason that she doesn't find herself particularly fazed. "Well, that's what counts," she says, and shrugs. "There are worse things than being crazy. I'm glad you're good, though. For your sake."