action;
Leia's too busy holding the kitten up, above her head and murmuring nonsense to it to notice Han's comment. (He doesn't smell like Wookiee — but he should. She won't tell him how odd it is that he doesn't.)
"Now," she turns, holding the kitten out towards Han, "you two are going to have to learn to get along."
The kitten clearly disagrees. He hisses unhappily, tiny paws out displaying his tiny claws.