Han chuckled softly and dragged his glass back across the bar towards him, just to hold onto for the moment. There were a lot of little things he saw of himself in Ben and it was interesting being up close and being able to point out little idiosyncracies he must have picked up when he was really young. It was just the way he moved, really. He was a lot more honest than Han ever had been, though; a lot more in touch with his emotions.
"I don't think you have to worry about Luke," he said. "Maybe there's something in the future, maybe he's a little more serious then. But the Luke I know, the one that's here, he carries so much right on the surface. He's a lot easier to reach than you think. And he always sees the good in people." And maybe Han didn't want to know what had changed or why it had changed. From what he gathered, and what he could extrapolate, he assumed a lot of it was connected. Ben falling to this wrong voice and Luke becoming a figure that he was wary of seemed like it would be connected, anyway.
He took another drink and pushed his glass back a bit so he could lean over and better inspect Ben's sketches They were good. Really good. "I think I'd be alright with a second Falcon. In the spirit of it, though, you really need to find a hunk of junk and then just make it do what you need it to do. The heart of the Falcon is all in her nav system, though. You're never going to replicate that, but you could probably find a way to get pretty close. Maybe this droid," he tapped the sketches, "can be the start of that. The Falcon's nav was a droid once. She had a mind of her own, that one. So you make this droid, you program it right, and then you watch it come to life. And at some point you just let her run your ship for you. Cause if you do it right, she'll always know best."