Han stared, then blinked. He rubbed his eyes and blinked again.
"What in blazes...?"
His daughter was out there. At least, someone who resembled his daughter was out there. She was a bit too old to be his daughter. His hand went to his blaster, then to the control for the antipersonnel blaster.
"...I know I always prefer to shoot first, but...I guess I should find out who that is."
Flipping the switch, Han went to the hatch, and walked out, one hand on his blaster. "Hello, stranger. Who are you, and where am I?"