They may be his men now, men that are hardwired to be loyal to the Republic and the Jedi they answer to, but she fears that may not always be so. Something happened to make them turn against the Jedi, to support the formation of the Empire. And after observing how dutiful the clones are, she can't help but wonder what exactly that something was. (Or if it's destined to happen again.)

She doesn't voice her concerns, though, opting to take that proverbial olive branch. Leia knows a pointless argument when she sees one, and the last thing this ship needs is two hotheaded Skywalkers shouting at one another when there were other, more pressing matters to attend to.

"I'd still like to carry a blaster when we go down there. If anything, they won't expect a woman in Jedi robes to have one."

Or to have vibroknives hidden in both her boots.