No one who's ever met Jyn Erso would accuse her of lacking focus, in fact, the opposite tends to be true. Many a staff sergeant has used the legendary Commander Erso to inspire discipline in their own recruits. This occasionally backfires, considering it was Erso's disobedience that made her a legend in the first place. For the most part, stories of her lazer focus in the field reign true. Though her family knows the flip side of that coin far too well.
This is how Baze ends up in the ship's small kitchen well after they'd finished their mission and the rest of Rogue One had gone to bed. Jyn is pacing between the caff machine and the opposite wall. One had clutches a data pad, the other fidgets at her side, hesitantly reaching for the machine at each pass before dropping in defeat. Her late night vigils are less frequent than Cassian's, but far more amusing to watch.
Baze's tone is fond when he says, "Turn that machine on and you can abandon any hope of getting to sleep before dawn."
Jyn glances at the caff machine again, then shakes her head. "I didn't mean to wake you." She offers by way of apology.
Baze acknowledges with a grunt, wrapping the thick blanket tighter around himself, hip resting against the metal counter.
He inclines his head toward the data pad. "What has you so enraptured." Jyn scrunches her nose at the word enraptured , and he laughs.
"Reading about the civil protests on Taris."
"Imperials?"
Jyn shakes her head. "So far things have been left to the local government, but I'm betting Star Destroyers will be planetside within a week."
Baze can't help but think of Jedha and stiffens. Jyn notices and bows her head slightly, a silent nod to the dead.
Shifting on his feet, Baze rises to his full height. "What does the Captain think?"
"He wants to wait. Try and establish more of a relationship with the rebel cell before promising aid. He's probably right."
"Probably." Baze echoes, though mischief rings in his voice.
Jyn eyes him, lips perking up as she studies his expression.
Baze shrugs. "You know I am always ready to shoot some Imps."
"That I do." Jyn snorts. She glances at the holo clock with a sigh. "We should get back to bed."
Baze's grunt says you're the reason I'm awake to begin with but in that good-natured, fatherly way Jyn's become accustomed to.
"Good night, little sister." He says, stepping out into the hall.
"Good morning." She corrects, pointing at the clock. Baze shakes his head as she follows behind him, a little too pleased with herself.