( it's a little like meeting with a younger version of himself. all that suspicion and anger just bubbling up to the surface. han leans back in his chair. his posture's open, easy, but he holds himself like an old hand to violence. )

'Old man', huh? Guess I deserved that one.

( a long-suffering sigh. leia'd be better at this. she always was. )

Name's Han. And I don't want anything. I just know a soldier when I see one, thought you could use a chair.