In a split second, Han's world seemed to shift upside down.
When you met Uncle Luke?
She was a pilot, and she knew the Falcon. She was Rogue Eleven, but didn't fight in the Rebellion. She worked on his ship like it was hers. Her name was the same as his mother's.
She had Leia's eyes.
Gently pulling Jaina by her shoulders to face him, Han just looked at her for a long instant, his face a mixture of wonder and befuddlement. Leia should be here, he thought again for the millionth time, forcing his mouth to finally say something.