“At first I thought you were talking about bed sheets.” Which might explain the raised eyebrow for a moment or two. “You’re talking about the material of the clothes you’d bring, right.”

Han can’t help but feel his eyes drawn to this lady a little more than usual. She’s ... well, she checks at least a couple of boxes in terms of physical preferences. It makes him that much more inclined to listen to what she has to say and he gets the hint of an occurrence in the words.

“Sounds like there’s a story in there.”

“So it’s called Risa and it’s earned it’s reputation, huh?” Han nods and a small lopsided smile blooms on his lips. “I’ll have to look for it.”

“In your estimation ...” Han says, trying to figure out the best way to put this without tipping his hand. “What’s the night life like? Would you say it gets rowdy or does the local law enforcement keep everything under control.”

Because, you know, those are things you might want to know about a place before going there, right?

“I feel like a shimmersilk wardrobe would be pretty expensive.” Han pursed his lips thoughtfully. He knows what he looks like and it’s ‘guy who probably can’t afford shimmersilk clothing’ roughly 100% of the time, so he’s wondering why she would have suggested it.

Though, that’s not the most interesting wrinkle in this conversation by a long shot.

“Well, I’m Han. I’m from Corellia, not far from the shipyards. I like things that go fast and I make good friends with classy looking well traveled people.”

“Somehow, I don’t think we’re acquainted enough that you’re gonna tell me that story.”

Could it be the way she didn’t venture out anything other then her first name and the planet she was from? Maybe. He also couldn’t tell if she was amused by him or irritated by him, though, that wasn’t an uncommon reaction to his sense of humor.

“As for the shipyards, you’re not missing that much.”

But think about it Leia. Does ‘the shipyards’ sound like a beautiful place to grow up? Or was it more than likely a slum full of machinists that barely made enough money to get by.

“Forward progress, I hope.” He punctuated the thought with a lopsided smile that will no doubt strike her as ‘familiar’. “Keeping things moving is always good.”

Han did feel outclassed by this person that was clearly his age and yet, seemed so much more worldly than he did. More worldly than Han, who had already been half way across the galaxy, and been a soldier. It bothered him a little that she seemed so much more sophisticated than he was, but it was also the thing that attracted him to her, as well.

“It’s lonely.” He murmurs without thinking and his hazel eyes might have probably shown more in that instant then they had in the years she had known him. The other him, anyway. He shakes his head, wondering why that unflinching honesty came out in this moment.

“What I mean is that there’s a lot of concrete and the factory seems to stretch out over a lot of the horizon. It doesn’t seem like anybody wants to work at the C.E.C. and yet, they’re all afraid to loose their jobs. It’s hard. People can get kind of desperate.”

He pauses, takes a breath and smiles another slighter smile.

“... and we don’t meet people like you, Leia.”

“Well, how could you?” You haven’t been there and I didn’t tell you till now.”

He’s a little bit puzzled by how sad Leia seemed just then, but he attributes it to her being a more empathetic person than he normally meets and leaves it at that.

At her request to join her for lunch, he smiles. By all appearances, the charming young man seems to be enthusiastic about the offer. There’s a warm, friendly openness to the younger Han Solo that is probably throwing her off guard, but he’s honestly just happy to be invited to grab food with an attractive girl and doesn’t notice any awkwardness about their conversation.

“I think I’d be kicking myself if I said no.” He says. “What do you have in mind?”

Han blinks. It’s been a while since he had been around anybody that had been so concerned about his physical well being. Even some of the more robustly programmed med-droids didn’t seem to have brought up that many health concerned in a small amount of time.

“No, you’re right on, pal. 100% human. As far as I know, anyway.”

He scratches his head and shrugs. About the only think he knew about Ophuchi was that it was tropical and he could breathe the air.

“The air will be breathable for me, but I hadn’t thought much about how much water to bring.”