Han was about to point out there was a blaster of hers that she had left on the Falcon when she asked about their daughter.
Ok, Solo. Don't screw this up.
"She's a pretty amazing kid. Well, she's not really a kid. Woman. Young woman. Not the point." He ran a nervous hand through his hair again, then tried again. "She has your eyes, your beauty." Corny, but true. "She's tough, you can tell. Strong. Hell of a pilot but a Jedi too. She's just..."
He trailed off, not sure what she wanted to know. He really still knew so little.