She gives him a sympathetic look when he speaks of his friend, a remark about it being lonely dying in her throat. That might be her first hint of the man beneath the charm, and she's not about to prod a sore spot. "...I guess finding this place isn't all it's cracked up to be."

Bryn hangs back a bit when they reach the cabin, unsure what to expect and not about to just stroll blithely into someone's personal space. She lingers in the doorway, reaching up to push the Ghost firmly back. It means well, she's sure, but it's been intrusive enough for one day. At least it takes the point - and her meaningful look - and stays out in the hall while she follows Han in. It's just peeping anxiously.

Lacking proper boots, her tread is soft as she joins the captain and considers her options with a low 'hmm'. She moves to pick up the lighter blue jacket, then smiles ruefully at herself and switches to the leather one. Sure, it's not as formal, but it's warmer and tougher. "Better be practical, I suppose." She doesn't waste time shrugging it on once chosen, but then she pauses to touch Han's shoulder.

"Thank you," she says quietly. "I appreciate the help, even if my... companion seems like he has a few circuits crossed. I owe you one."