He smiled a bit at her words. Perhaps hope was all that was needed. Hope and the willingness to fight for that hope. Or so he would like to come to believe. "Hope can be a very a good thing." He had looked at how his story ended. He died. And Leia had taken his family's crest and used it as a symbol of hope for the Alliance to rally behind. He didn't know if he was worthy of that. But he was going to damn well try to be.
So distracted by what he was picking up from Gaia, he didn't see her hand move until it was on his arm. He jumped slightly, and his whole body suddenly felt flushed and hot. "Uh, th-thanks..." he stammered. His pants were feeling a little tight and was it getting hotter in the room? At her next words, he could only stare, unable to really do anything for a few minutes as his brain struggled to comprehend and process what she had just so openly revealed. They were practically strangers and... was she...