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"Well..." Greta chews her lip for a moment, considering. To her slight shame, it's the fact that Jyn is a fan of the show that stays her for a moment, her own instinctive trust butting up against reminders from Emma to maintain a certain distance if you didn't want your whole life overrun. But Jyn isn't a local, and she doesn't seem like the sort to turn around and put their whole encounter up on Suddengram or something (if she was, she would have after New Year's). And it's not as if showing her a picture of something Greta plans to wear in public qualifies as divulging something too personal.

Honestly. She's the one who flagged down Jyn in the first place.

"All right," she relents, digging out her phone, "but do keep it quiet. I want it to be a surprise. For some people, anyway." She thumbs open her photos and scrolls until she finds some from her last fitting, where the suit was pretty much perfect. Krem had made a few more tiny adjustments, but nothing anyone would notice in a photo. "Here." She turns the phone so Jyn can see, biting back a grin.