And by all accounts Han Solo seems to believe that about himself when he says so. There isn’t a single note of doubt to be detected in his voice and his smile is just as confident.
He sticks out his hand for a shake. He might have offered something more formal, an ill practiced bow or something, if he had known he was dealing with royalty — but Han is still blissfully unaware that he is in the company of royalty. Even in his early twenties his hand is noticeably big and calloused. Whatever it was that had began hardening his hands it had started some time ago.
“Leia, your face on a screen doesn’t do you justice.” He says, by way of a compliment. “I’m sorry for keeping you waiting.”
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And by all accounts Han Solo seems to believe that about himself when he says so. There isn’t a single note of doubt to be detected in his voice and his smile is just as confident.
He sticks out his hand for a shake. He might have offered something more formal, an ill practiced bow or something, if he had known he was dealing with royalty — but Han is still blissfully unaware that he is in the company of royalty. Even in his early twenties his hand is noticeably big and calloused. Whatever it was that had began hardening his hands it had started some time ago.
“Leia, your face on a screen doesn’t do you justice.” He says, by way of a compliment. “I’m sorry for keeping you waiting.”