Being genuinely naked might actually be better in some ways. He's used to genuine nudity and shared barracks, though it's been a while. It was before the hand and the lightning and it wasn't in the middle of a small but busy city.

The older and taller man approaches, but there's no threat coming from him, so Luke just pauses and turns to him, cheeks flushed red with embarrassment and chin defiantly lifted despite it.

"Commander Luke Skywalker." The use of a military title just slips him back into it. And it feels safer, to just be another soldier, another pilot. "And I'd appreciate it. Thanks."