He lets his robe fall back gently to cover his weapons again as he reaches for the cinnamon roll, holding it to smell again before thinking of eating.

"Naturally," he says. "Can't have heretics threatening the security of the Empire, can we?"

Don't worry, it's only fractionally more illegal than having his face and not being a stormtrooper. He can see a long explanation in his future, but still - if her friend knows in advance, would it help?