The man before him is young. He's been Captain Han Solo barely long enough to be used to the idea of people calling him that. Still, he has an undeniable presence. An old soul, perhaps, or one that grew old quickly.

Oddly, that he finds someone who is clearly military somewhat comforting to him. He never ended up in the service himself for very long, but he has spent his whole life around military-minded people and he grew up on a ship that was run in a paramilitary style. It's familiar to him in this place that is otherwise very strange.

And at least with military people, even if they turn out to be an assholes, you pretty much always know where you stand with them. Something Han very much appreciates. It tends to make him act a little more honestly being around them, as well.

"No." He admits. "This place isn't on any of my charts."