[ jyn is stripped down to her station-issue cotton bralet, the top half of her jumpsuit hanging off her waist and boots and socks nowhere to be found. she's been sparring on and off with whoever will fight a girl and honestly she's getting fucking tired of kicking these teenagers' asses. jyn goes to take a rest at an unoccupied weight bench to take a sip from her water she left by it, only looking up when she sees a flash of green. she can't remember seeing the other woman before, but now she's sizing her up and wondering how evenly matched they'd be.
when lorna turns her way, she realizes she's still staring and manages to look marginally bashful about it, setting her drink aside and getting back to her feet. ]
Please tell me you're here to fight.
[ there's no real finesse to it, but there it is. FITE ME. please. her accent is britishy so she can be polite about it. ]
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when lorna turns her way, she realizes she's still staring and manages to look marginally bashful about it, setting her drink aside and getting back to her feet. ]
Please tell me you're here to fight.
[ there's no real finesse to it, but there it is. FITE ME. please. her accent is britishy so she can be polite about it. ]