The first thing that struck Han as being odd was the fact that, while the weather was cold and windy, he wasn’t frozen. It was a good thing not to be frozen in carbonite, of course. It seemed like he was free and able to go about fixing things, namely finding Leia and getting her to a safe place. Still, it did concern him that he had no memory of finding his way to this place. He made silent observations. The folk that inhabited the place seemed pretty similar - all walking on two legs and, more or less, clothed similarly. It was the machinery that caught his attention. Everything had wheels, from the lumbering multi-passenger vehicles to the two-wheel vehicles that people pedaled around on from place to place. It wasn’t so different from the places he had been before, but different enough to be curious.
The image of a bottle illuminated by colored lights caught his attention and he strayed from the stone pathway into the dimly lit place. The layout and interior of the place wasn’t unlike the cantinas he had seen in places he was more familiar with. Even the smell was the same. There was something, though, that caught him completely by surprise. A woman seated on a stool, politely sipping at a drink of some kind. Why, she almost looked like...
“Leia??” He raised his voice enough to catch the attention of some of the other patrons in the bar. Han wasn’t sure whether or not to smile. It was comforting to know that she was safe from Darth Vader, or at least he assumed that was true, but he didn’t know enough about this place yet to call it safe.