Chewie && Han shared a look —— just what had they gotten themselves into ?? ( as if they weren’t in enough trouble as it was ). Calloused hands steered the falcon, jaw clenched as he saw SOMEONE coming after them. Only this time, he was sure it wasn’t for him for once, but for their new passenger.
“Listen here kid,” words fall from tongue, steeling a brief glance at her before once again looking out the viewport. He was always thinking, planning on how to OUTRUN the enemy ( —— or well … usually, enemies ). “We were nice enough to give ya a lift, but y’gotta tell us WHO is chasin’ ya. Don’t think we’ll feel any g u i l t if we gotta kick ya off.”
