[ Too late, the corkboard full of connective strings is on.

It's not the most graceful arrangement. Finn can acknowledge that. But even fumbling, graceless progress is better than no progress. The farther they are from dart town, the better. All that's left is keeping an eye on their surroundings as they start their badly-timed three legged race practice, and Finn is happy to say he's exactly keyed up enough to be doing that. There isn't a ton else he can do to ensure it's a smoother stroll to camp. ]

So you're saying I'm special. [ Oh Jyn u flatterer. You beautiful rule-breaking moth. It's a hell of a time for it. ] Is it gonna be my job to keep you from telling Cassian he's special today? Until you get done being poisoned. Because I can't make any promises.