He wished, not for the first time, that the Falcon was running. No one would bug them there. He looked around for a bench, unwilling to let go of her hand for even a second. As he looked around, he answered her questions the best he could.
"No star chart can tell me the sector, but the planet is named Earth. Their calendar doesn't follow ours, so I can exactly tell you when. But for me, it hasn't been a week. For you, it's been months." Han paused, looking down at her. "And there's others here. From our future."