Traces of his trademark grin wavered and nearly vanished and Han became a little concerned. Why did Leia seem so uncertain? Had it been so long since he’d been frozen in that damned carbonite?
“Course I’m here.” He examined her face, trying to figure out just what every expression meant. “Can’t say I know exactly where here is, but it’s me.” The corners of his mouth tugged into a smile in spite of his confusion as to his whereabouts. It was comforting that there was no imminent danger. That was certainly a step up from Cloud City where they’d been handed over to Darth Vader.
“I don’t suppose you know how we got here?” Han hoped with every fiber of his being that nothing too strange had happened. It wasn’t as if he couldn’t handle adventure. His entire life thus far had been an adventure. A little bit of rest would have been appreciated, though.