Han scratches his head, and looks down at his feet. Chewie. What he wouldn't give to have him here right now.

"Usually one besides me, but I was on my way to pick him up when I ended up here."

Shake it off Han, you can get through this. You've been through as bad or worse. That what he tells himself while she's doing her magic trick. He's so preoccupied with these thoughts at the moment that he doesn't process that she melted snow by wiggling her fingers.

"Yeah, sure." He says, giving her permission to ... uh ... what does she want to do? Eh. It's probably fine.