Jaden tried to fight it, he really did, but the slow ascending rise of a single eyebrow was irresistible as he regarded the Captain's... interesting choice of disguise. It always baffled him that people thought obscure headgear and sunglasses were the be all and end all of identity concealment. For starters, they were inside, and more importantly they were under water. Okay, so the climate controls in Mon Calamari facilities like this were usually a little too cool and humid for most sentients; designed to be comfortable for a species evolved in deep water, so the hat maybe wasn't a terrible idea. The oppressive white glare of corridors maybe justified the sunglasses too; but those reasons required you to think about them. You didn't casually ignore a guy in glasses and a hat, you thought oh hey, look at that guy in the hat, followed closely by I wonder why he is wearing a hat - the last thing you wanted when you were doing something you shouldn't be doing was to be noticed at all.

Commander Luka on the other hand, he had a completely different approach to sneaking around unhindered. It wasn't about going unnoticed, it was about acting so confident and comfortable that no one would even give you a second thought, because of course you were allowed to be doing what you were doing. It was the same tactic that Jaden had used every time he tried to sneak a woman onto the base to "take a look at his starfighter". You didn't have to sneak around. You didn't have to lie to anyone. You just walked past security, said "Hey, Jeff," and then kept on walking.

Okay, so smuggling a guy out of somewhere was pretty much as opposite as you could get to sneaking a lady in, but whatever. Jaden was adaptable, and nothing was out of the question for a Rogue.

"Alright then," Jaden said with a faint sigh. His hand rose, carefully slipping into his jacket to pull out a set of sunglasses and deftly flick them open with his wrist before slotting them into place. "On my lead, Captain."