[ jyn ponders the invitations for a long moment, mouth twisted in thought. briefly she looks from jim to cassian, but he doesn't seem to have an opinion. maybe he doesn't... care. and why would he, she supposes, they're just friends. if he doesn't care (and that makes a funny, uncomfortable feeling settle in her stomach), she shouldn't care either.

everyone is always telling her she needs to get out so. ]

Alright. [ her shoulders lift in a shrug as she sits back down at the table. ] Sure. We're going to that seafood place and I'm ordering that weird crustacean thing with the load of legs that's the most expensive thing on the menu and I'm not kissing you at the end of the night.

[ a beat. ] Or ever, no offence. You're not my type.