Her smile only grew a little wider at his surprise and discomfort; she'd expected no less, but the degree to which he jumped was amusing none the less.
"So if you are off duty, you're still required to be in full gear?" Issan moved from her spot, taking slow, leisurely steps around the stormtrooper like a tiger pacing about potential prey. "That must be quite uncomfortable."
She came to a pause on his left hand side, head tilted in consideration. She didn't have to read his thoughts to understand what he was thinking. "Oh, I see. You're looking to avoid reprimand from that Phasma woman. She's on the other side of the ship at the moment, so I think you'll be able to avoid her. And I won't tell if you won't." She finished her loop, coming back to his front, where she adopted a sweeter smile than before.