"I'll never get used to this," Jyn mutters, crossing her arms, and Bodhi nods in fervent sympathy. He's never been good in chaotic situations (has he?), and he certainly isn't now; things come at him too fast, he's trying to talk and think and listen all at once, overwhelmed, he can't make sense of it and he doesn't know the--
"So many picky little rules," she says.
He blinks. "That's... that's not-- I was thinking-- I keep expecting more rules. --You know."
Jyn slants a thoughtful look at him. Then she smiles. "It's okay. We'll figure it out between us."