( ooc | oh man. i've never seen sea glass on our gulf beaches. )

In all honesty, Leia wouldn't have made so much of an effort to adhere to tradition if she weren't bound determined to blend in. She needed to be as inconspicuous as possible, especially while on Coruscant and within the Emperor's reach. But now that they were away from Palpatine and the unspoken dangers that came with remaining on the capital, maybe she could step away from aspects of the Jedi look for a while.

Once inside the somewhat sanctity of the officers' mess, Leia lets her hair down. Literally. One of the loops she'd twisted into had begun to unravel during their fight, and it was easier to shake her hair out and pull it up into something else than to try and repin it without a mirror. It gives her father a rare glance at how long his daughter's hair actually is, and by the time she sits down, she's got one long braid plaited over one shoulder.

"So, what does a ship like this even have to offer in terms of cold drinks?"

Was it even possible to be undignified in front of your daughter at this point, Anakin?