"If you are from the 1800s," and he only says this with mild skepticism. Her acting is surprisingly believable and the entire ploy would be outside anything another government would try. Who would expect this to get them Imperial secrets?

He leads her down the hallway, slowly making their way towards the quartermaster. Her admission surprises him and he blinks as he watches her from the corner of his eyes.

"Then I will request I stay with your case." He motions for her to step inside the supply room, speaking briefly with the man there before the guard leaves. The large machine that is used to take scans and make clothes that fit stands in the middle and he motions her to stand in it. "This is a fabricator. It will be able to make you a few sets of clothes. Once you have clearance, I can bring you to a civilian one."

Until then he hopes she doesn't mind fatigues.