Kijani watched as Adam reentered. It was very strange to think it, but the uniform made him look very good. She was suddenly very glad her face couldn’t be seen. Although, there was something just slightly off about the whole thing. While the others talked about the plan, or lack thereof, Kijani stood there, staring and wondering. It clicked after a few seconds.

“I know you’re attempting to be sarcastic, Mr. Solo, but that is exactly what we’re going to do. Walk like we own the place. Adam, on that front, you’ve got it wrong. You’re still moving like a wide-eyed farm boy. Let me see.” Her own voice sounded tinny and ridiculous inside the helmet, but she was going to take charge anyway.

She approached him, trying to move smoothly, and adjusted his posture. Shoulders back, hair out of the eyes, hat tilted just right. “Now, walk as if no one has the right to stop you. Walk like… well, like me.” She shrugged, knowing it was true. From birth she’d been raised to rule, and that came with certain traits. “Keep your expression smooth and focused. Don’t let your eyes wander too much, and maybe think of the stormtroopers as icky worms.” She paused a beat. “Not saying I think of others as worms, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen a happy Imperial. Just saying.” 

"Han, you already walk like you belong everywhere, so you're fine. Chewbacca, there's nothing I could tell you that would make you fit in, so you're also fine. Mr. Obi-Wan... what exactly are you going to be doing?" She really wanted an answer. Jedi or not, he seemed far too confident in this dire situation. Did he know something everyone else did not?