Yes

Despite your racing thoughts and increasingly worsening panic, you step aside and let the Imperial search your tent.

"Stay put ma'am, don't go running off, it won't end nicely for you." He says before fully opening your shoddy tent and entering.

You watch closely as he digs through your belongings, he unravels your bedroll, making sure that nothing is hidden inside, then he picks up the rusted iron dagger, holding it up to his face, staring at its jagged edges.

"This blade is unusable, I'm surprised it hasn't turned to dust in my hands!" He says with a chuckle.

"That is all this one could get her hands on, Sanna has very little money you see..." You say, wringing your hands.

The Imperial places the dagger back on the ground and looks over at your bag, he takes it and dumps its contents onto your messy unraveled bedroll, he picks up and looks over each thing that comes out.

"Ragged gloves, a waterskin..." He opens the waterskin and gives it a smell. "Just water, half full." He reseals the waterskin and moves on.

"A pair of boots... Hmm, the soles are worn out, you keep using these, and your foot will just go right through, and ninteen septims."

He puts everything back in your bag and rerolls your bedroll. You get an immediate sense of relief, at least you won't get in trouble for smuggling, but you're still going to get in trouble for crossing the border illegally it seems.

"Well miss, everything looks cle-" He notices the dead rabbit in the corner of the tent.

"What is it?" You ask nervously.

He picks up the rabbit, inspecting it as closely as he inspected everything else. "What's this?" He asks, looking at its face.

"Breakfast, Sanna got it last night, she was about to start cooking it before you walked into her camp." You say matter of factly.

The Legionnaire pulls a dagger out of his boot, still holding the rabbit.

"I hope you don't mind, smugglers have hidden contraband in dead animals before, I have to check."

You raise your eyebrow, you've never heard of smugglers using animals in such a manner before. "This one does not mind, after all, she is going to cook it after you're done cutting into the thing, and people use animals to store skooma?"

The Imperial puts his back to you and begins cutting it open, he chuckles at your question. "Haha, you'd be surprised, there's talk that smugglers use live Argonians to hold their contraband over in Morrowind, though I've never come across such a thing out here."

You grimace at the mere thought of that, you find yourself calming down after having this small chat with the Imperial, you quickly realize that all of this excitement has made you forget about eating, you might as well take advantage of this Imperial cutting open your rabbit and begin lighting the campfire.

"This one hopes you do not mind, but she is going to start a fire to cook that rabbit after you're done ehh... doing your job." You tell the Legionnaire .

"Go ahead, It looks like you're clean anyw-." He cuts himself off, causing you to freeze and silently panic.

Oh gods, you begin to wonder if he is going to frame you, after all, you know for a fact you are not a smuggler, you've come to Cyrodiil to pursue honest work, you stand completely frozen in anticipation for what he was about to do...