Leia knew a bit about the trapped feeling. While she hadn't traveled through time, she had certainly traveled through space. Even with their somewhat limited resources, the Rebellion had been able to travel the galaxy at a moment's notice. She may not have missed flying the way Poe did, but it had definitely mattered to her.
Her classes were interesting, at least, and she felt a bit more like she belonged now. That helped. It also felt a bit more normal walking the streets of the small city, enjoying the sights and sounds. And smells. That bakery... She paused at a window, eyeing the mannequin. She didn't hate the look, it was just so different from what she was used to wearing. "Maybe in another color..." she pondered with a sigh, and then she glanced up, realizing she wasn't alone. "Oh, sorry. Now I'm the crazy lady who talks to herself."