Here you are, anon, written while Del Potro beat Isner in the US Open, so probably still full of typos and missing words:
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Mothma invited them to the plans briefing.
Even Cassian was hovered into the room, his pale and gaunt face contrasting harshly to the pilots’ ebullient faces and bright suits. Jyn could walk, but she stood close to him, leaning against a wall to keep the weight off her sprained knee.
Seconds before it began, however, she detected movement by the door and sneaked a glance towards it. Her eye caught wookie fur and a holster hanging entirely to low on a man’s waist. She froze, her heart seizing inside her chest akin to when she had been called by her real name back in the command center.
Of course. Of fucking course. This kriffing galaxy isn’t nearly big enough.