Leia's grip on his hand was made of iron; he wasn't alone in that. "We don't have to stay here. Even if the Falcon's not working--and really, what else is new?--we can still get in it, correct? I only suggested here because I needed a place I knew I could get to." Leia grimaced. "Actually, if you have one of those transporters you mentioned handy, it'd probably be good idea for us to get out of here. I suspect they won't be happy at the palace when they find I'm gone, and I need a lot more intel before I can decide if I want to return or not."
Earth, Earth...didn't ring any bells. Leia frowned again. She didn't like the look on his face at all. "From our future? Han, what are you talking about?"