Starkiller/Leia
So she was more or less ambivalent about the screening, it'd sounded like a nice event to attend, but she wasn't so certain she even felt like it - but Luke had talked her into it, and when she did arrive, the film had only just begun.
The red strings, that she was told were twizzlers, and were sweet clutched in one hand, a drink in the other - she'd been sort of idling about where to park herself; somewhere on the 'aisle' of cushions and blankets when she glanced at the screen and in a sort of shock, just plonked to a sit on the nearest blanket.
"What the Kriff?" she hissed in disbelief, staring at the screen still as if she'd seen a ghost, the man on screen bore a entirely uncanny resemblance to Han Solo, not just in passing, a dead ringer for the smuggler; a sort of ache set in with the confusion as she sighed and took a small sip - looking ready to leave.