Certainly Han and Chewbacca get blasted at so often that anywhere with an anti-violence field is going to make them feel like they're on vacation regardless of what they do.

Han was watching her, as he watches everyone, looking for their subtle tells. Not that he needed to see the look on her face to know she was not going to be entirely pleased by the news of his imminent departure moving briskly along, though, how she actually does feel about him - in his eyes - is about as clear as a muddied pond.

"I ..." He exhales. "... don't belong here." They both know that. It's just as well that she doesn't love him. It would be something for them to have tried to work around, though, damn if he wouldn't have tried. Long odds never stopped him before.

"If you're still in for helping me work on the ship, I could still use it."