Jyn has felt out of place since she first walked in. There's a reason why she doesn't usually shop in upscale stores like these, even now that she can technically afford to. But her boots are just about worn through, and they're one thing she won't skimp on if she can help it, in no small part because she's had to before. She needs something sturdy, something she can fight or run in, and something that won't result in her toes freezing if she wears them outside in the sort of weather they've been having lately. The first store she went to was out of stock in her size, but the salesclerk surreptitiously suggested she come here if she didn't want to wait for them to be ordered, and so reluctantly, Bardolf's is where she's gone.

However, she hasn't actually managed to locate the shoes yet, mostly wandering around, looking a little lost as she takes everything in but waving off any offers of help, as unapproachable as ever. That, at least, changes at the sound of a familiar voice, Greta's nearby presence admittedly a little relieving. They may not know each other very well, but it still makes Jyn feel a bit less lost in the midst of all of this.

"Hey," she says, actually something like friendly. "You too. And no killer cookies running around this time."