Krennic handed her the shirt wordlessly, enjoying that slight hint of bare skin she'd allowed him to glimpse but not thinking anything overly of it. He was a man who worked slowly, in all things, and if this was going to be something to work on, that would hold true to this as well. So he waited, well aware that he looked somewhat ridiculous, but at least somewhat dapper, and, besides, she was the reason he wasn't wearing a shirt under his vest. He had taken one for the team, Krennic had, and he stepped back to allow her to descend, taking in what she'd done with his shirt, definitely raising his eyebrows now, more at her ingenuity than anything else.
When she came down off the steps leading to the box car, he tilted his head back slightly because, yes, she was six inches taller than him, at least. It was a marvel to see a woman like her, obvious strength in her body. "Stunning, Lieutenant." He said smoothly before offering her his arm. He knew how to properly escort ladies, even though she wasn't precisely a lady in the way he remembered them at Imperial functions, pretty arm candy, status symbols. She was a woman, though, and deserved recognition of that fact.
They walked, Krennic setting a sedate pace toward the bonfire and the sound of voices. There was music, too, drumming and singing, from the back of the Big Top near the animals, but they weren't heading there. Instead, in the center of it all, they found the bonfire. "You must be a sight to see in your armor, Lieutenant." He told her as they skirted around the edge and Krennic plucked a bottle of something that looked vaguely like wine and probably tasted like piss from a bench. "Fearsome indeed."