Mevenn had her turn for a wry grin. "True, there are not many female Clone Troopers. However you're forgetting this isn't standard Clone Armour." She stood up, clipping her lightsaber into one of the pockets on her belt. "Nice to meet you-" She mockingly extended her hand. "-Ryn. Bounty Hunter in the outer-rim, and security consultant for a Republic Envoy who just wanted to tell the Republic about a little pirate problem the little birds of his world were having." Her whole body went rigid and on alert as Mach entered the cockpit. "Mach will probably need to stay in the ship. Can't run the risk that someone recognises him for a clone out of his armour. Two bounty hunters walking around in Clone Armour would be a bit of a harder selling point as well." While Mach likely would be oblivious to it, there was an element of fear and apprehension surrounding Mevenn as she spoke. Mevenns emotions had been unbalanced since their mission, jumping from one extreme to the next as they jumped from one crisis to another. Though it was clear that while many of the issues between Mevenn and Mach as individuals were solved, her issues with Clones were ongoing. The guilt, the pain and the shame. All conflicting within her.
"Our best bet is to play what we look like, that'll get us the best available help and let us get on our way. Request that port authority doesn't contact the Republic as we don't want the pirates to come track us down. In terms of your garb... there's bound to be something on this ship." She turned her attention to Eeruna. "It's your ship, you got any idea for other garments?"