Han fought every urge to speak. It was important that he hear Leia’s uninterrupted account of what had happened during the time he had been frozen and also important that he hear all of what she remembered. Still, the expression on his face had to be worth plenty of words as he reacted to each and every bit of news she had to share. She had endured so much, and a lot of it was for him specifically. It meant a lot that his friends, even Lando, would have sought him out going even as far as putting themselves in danger in Jabba’s fat, ugly hands.
He knew what Leia was insinuating when she told him that Jabba had given her a different sentence. The things he would have done to that despicable tyrant if he could’ve gotten his hands on him... But to hear that Leia had killed him herself brought a bit of a smile to his face. Han never felt he had given her enough credit. She was beautiful and cultured, but also one hell of a fighter.
It seemed that, as she was wrapping her tale up, she was building up to something. Han assumed that it couldn’t have been anything good. If it was good news she would have looked forward to sharing it with him. He waited, practically on the edge of his seat as he listened, and when she said that her father was Darth Vader his eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. Suddenly, he was on his feet. He’d stood up, hands to his face, and shook his head.
“How can you be sure? Vader is all about lies and deception, Leia. I wouldn’t be surprised if this was all just a bunch of--” He cut himself off and stood silently, shaking his head.