"I have contacts in the makeup industry and usually get mine custom made," Aden said, with a shrug. Be it for himself or something for Thrawn should he decide to leave more marks on him in the future, he knew where to turn for concealer or foundation capable of covering it up without smudging any pristine uniforms or fading over a day's wear. While he had been able to find makeup for himself that matched his own skin tone, finding something that gave him coverage without covering up all of his freckles had been more of a challenge and thus had gone about looking for contacts for customs.

Of course he had contacts in plenty of other industries as well, but he didn't think he needed to mention that for Thrawn to know that he was well-connected.

"Will do," He said, heading for the galley to get started on making some food for them both. It would, after all, be a long trip and he wanted to stay busy.

When Thrawn awoke from his nap, the scent of food lingered in the air- signaling that whatever meal Aden was preparing for them was nearing completion, though Thrawn would have to wait until it was set out in the lounge before he got to see what exactly it was Aden was cooking up, given Aden's no entering the galley while I'm in it rule. The clattering of plates being set out by the droids aboard the ship could be faintly heard though, so dinner time certainly wasn't too far off now.