Han was in battle mode as he guided the Falcon nimbly through the buildings. Most people wouldn't be able to fly a light freighter with a 100 metric ton capacity as lightly as a gentle breeze, but Han Solo wasn't most other people. He was one of the best pilots in the galaxy, and he didn't need the Force to outfly every snot-nosed punk who had ever gotten into a snub fighter.
Han was reluctantly using Anakin as the tracker. He really didn't want to. He'd rather put his head inside a rancor's mouth than have to rely on Darth bloody Vader for this. But he'd done things like this before, having to rely on someone he utterly hated to get a job done. At least Jacen was behind him, and Jacen liked Vader about as much as he did. So that was one bright spot. But that still left them weaving around the city, trying to find them.
"Are we there yet?" he asked through gritted teeth.