Leia and Imperius
Her eyes narrowed. "You're a Sith," Leia said flatly. She didn't flinch and didn't wrench herself away, even though she felt like it. Her heart pounded. Did Luke know that a Sith was here, on board this ship? Even a Sith she wasn't familiar with. From ancient history. Her hand held the glass even more firmly, in danger of breaking it if she didn't ease up, force herself to relax.
"That's quite a resume you've got there," she continued on dryly. She supposed she ought to give hers out as well, and considered it for a moment. Then she arched her eyebrow. "Since we're sharing titles, I suppose I could give you mind. Leia Organa, last princess of Alderaan, former Senator for the Galactic Senate, Hutt-Slayer, if you're one of those who enjoy that moniker, and current General and founder of the Resistance." She couldn't add Jedi Knight to that list; she refused the training Luke continued to offer her.