He gestured an affirmative. As long as he wasn't subjected to a bioscan, the lie would hold. He had used it before, when confronted by members of the Alliance. They'd accepted it then, given their sympathies. He would meet with greater suspicion here, but that was unavoidable. Until he could construct a new face for himself, he would be notable here.

That was not what he wanted to be as a spy, but it seemed like the Admiral had managed to deal with the same problem quite handily. He wasn't sure he could live up to the standards of Mitth'raw'nuruodo, but it meant that such things were technically possible.

He stood, rolling his shoulders back, taking a careful breath as the pain from the blaster burn flared. Imperial posture. He'd practiced it well enough for operations undertaken on behalf of the Alliance.

He bowed his head slightly to Thrawn, switching to Basic, and a polished Coruscanti accent. "Thank you, Admiral. I'll not delay you further."