"That had to be pretty traumatic," Connor said simply, trying to not squeal and dance around with glee. Even if this woman was crazy, and lying, and whatever else, she knew who Allana Solo even was. Which earned her loads of geek cred if she was lying. And made her a bloody princess if she wasn't. Good god, Jacen Solo's daughter? Which would make her Han and Leia's granddaughter, which was just... Wow.
It took every single bit of restraint he had to calmly take her hand and give it a light shake. She was being so kind to him, helping him out in this insane place he'd wound up in. And he'd ended up in some really weird places, so this was kind of a big deal. And he'd basically just fanboyed all over her about her 'world' and yet she was still smiling, even if she looked like he was in danger of pouncing her at any moment. Which...he might have. If he weren't so desperate for help and all. And if she didn't seem like a genuine human being.
God. Was she really Allana Solo? Fictional character, one he'd read about plenty of times and whose grandparents he'd cheered for from the very first film? Bugger. This was... "It's a pleasure," he finally said, smiling genuinely so she didn't feel quite so much like she was with a stalker. Which she wasn't. Exactly. "Really, though. How weird was that for you? Finding out you've a life people have read about before? Or that your family is famous for a movie someone else made?"
Once the initial elation started to pass, Connor could actually understand how hard that had to be. And to feel like your life was written for you? Like you had no control over your own actions? It sent a little chill through him as he considered the possibility. "All right. Fair enough. I won't be googling myself. Wait. They still have google here? Genius! I never bought into those other search engines, it's all about google."
There. Old reliable Connor was back in action. Rambling at thirty miles a minute and talking about things people really didn't care about.