As the hatch door opened, Kijani flinched away from the light. Her senses were still on high, and it burned her eyes. She balled her fists, prepared for a fight. But none came, as it was just Captain Solo. 

“Thank goodness, it’s only you.” With Adam’s help, she climbed out of the hatch, not quite looking him in the eye. Why was she embarrassed? They weren’t doing anything untoward, and certainly not romantic. 

“We’re going to steal stormtrooper uniforms? That…” She couldn’t think of a better plan, not with such little time. “That’s going to have to do.” She looked at the Han, then Obi-Wan, before glancing to Adam. “Aren’t you going to be a little short to be a stormtrooper, Adam?” She looked down at herself. 

“And what about me? I don’t think they make female stormtroopers.” Then again, had anyone seen them without their masks on? Perhaps there were. “Whatever way this goes, I will help you fight.” 

(Forgive me for the reference, I had to.)