[it's not as though jyn carries a wealth of patience anytime she has to deal with john, but there's absolutely no trace of it anywhere with her now as she watches him stand there, taunting her with maia's gloves — of all things. of all fucking things. both of her hands curl into fists as he draws out the word, and her eyes go hard. cold.
if looks could kill, he would be murdered on the spot.
but underneath that, even, something else is visible that she can't quite suppress: she's so angry that she's actually shaking with it. that's in her voice, too, when she says,]
I forgot. You don't know how to find anything of yours unless it has fucking ass written on the side of it.
[for a moment, it looks like she has another zinger to add to this already zinging retort; her mouth is open, halfway, to doing so, and then closes, lips pursing into a thin line. and she —
simply decides to cut out the proverbial middleman and reach for them, intending to snatch them right out of his hands, because she can't fucking take this anymore. he's more than several inches taller than her so it takes some time — and some effort — to try to cross that distance.]
lmaaoooooooo
if looks could kill, he would be murdered on the spot.
but underneath that, even, something else is visible that she can't quite suppress: she's so angry that she's actually shaking with it. that's in her voice, too, when she says,]
I forgot. You don't know how to find anything of yours unless it has fucking ass written on the side of it.
[for a moment, it looks like she has another zinger to add to this already zinging retort; her mouth is open, halfway, to doing so, and then closes, lips pursing into a thin line. and she —
simply decides to cut out the proverbial middleman and reach for them, intending to snatch them right out of his hands, because she can't fucking take this anymore. he's more than several inches taller than her so it takes some time — and some effort — to try to cross that distance.]