[ during the gala jyn proves to be a chameleon once more (perhaps that is why people don't notice her on the ship, she blends in too well,) nearly unrecognisable from the flower dusted ghost girl on a forsaken planet. instead, she looks every bit the coruscanti girl the empire took away her chance to be as she strides across the ballroom to intercept cal before security can bear down on him. ]

Darling, how can you be tall and yet so easy to misplace? [ she even sounds coruscanti, posh and well bred as if she's gone to all the best schools instead of school herself almost entirely on her own. her smile borders on indulgent as she curls her arm around cal's, grip shockingly tight despite how casual it seems. she sees the security pause out of the corner of her eye as she looks up at cal. ]

Come along, I need to you fetch me a glass from the top of the tower and then I have some of Daddy's friends for you to meet.

[ who needs jedi mind tricks when you can just be a liar. let them think cal is just the hick trophy husband of this fancy twat. she gives his arm a tug, toward the tables heavy with so much food and drink it makes her stomach ache looking at it. ]