"You can wear it while we're walkin' around in here but I don't think it would help you fit in out on the cruiser."

Six foot. Easy enough. He can duck out and raid a supply closet without anyone knowing or caring. He's a general after all.

"This is the lounge," he points at the open space. "I got all kinds of computers and stuff, the holochess table and couches for when we're on long hauls. Caf dispenser."

Someone left the chessboard running. Tiny, ghostlike figures stand on the board. Except they're just holograms.