Jayla looked at the map thinking she could run it herself while answering Rin, "You think the Empire doesn't search their own when they walk through the front door or have security checkpoints? I'm a good liar, but I don't see us explaining these charges, his lightsaber, our lack of the supplies listed as our purpose. And God Forbid they actually have profiles on any of us by this point. If they don't going in quiet without giving them pictures of us is best. We also would lose out on the ability to gather intelligence quietly." It was around the point she remembered she only appeared to be a 16 year old street fighter that she quieted and turned to walk over to the jedi worried about appearing out of place. She reached into her pack extracting a number of little scraps of this and that and began to tie them or hang them across him. He could see purely from glance that they were bits of armor, scraps of alien hair, skin, and broken weapons. When she'd finished with that, she held out her blaster rifle to him. "If anyone asks now, you're a bounty hunter who collects trophies from his targets and the lightsaber is your prized trophy."