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[This is about as much comfort as she can stand right now. Any more, and she might start to feel guilty about bursting out at him like that. She has no right to act that way towards him. He doesn't know anything, doesn't how it had happened or why. She can't expect him to be as angry as she is.

When she sees the other shop she nods without really looking at it. She's causing a scene, and being noticed isn't really something she likes. It's better to stay incognito, keep to herself. And no, he's right, he can't ask Kylo. That would not go well for anybody. The first time Rey had seen him on the ship, she had thrown herself at him with the intent to kill--or at least severely maim. She hadn't considered how Han and Leia--young Han and Leia--would react to someone they didn't know injuring the man who said he was their son.

This entire situation is just one huge mess that she wishes she didn't have to deal with.

But at least the subject change is easier. Safer. Sort of. Rey locks her eyes on the shop in front of her, not able to look at him. She could start listing off statistics and schematics like a smartass. He might get a kick out of that. But he knows it all. Besides, she knows what he means. It isn't an easy question to dodge.]

You offered me a job on it. And then after... General Organa gave it to me.

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[He's spoken with his son, the young, angry man who calls himself Kylo Ren. It went poorly. Leia has, too, and that didn't go much better-- though at least it was less destructive. With as much damage as they've done already, apparently, Han is inclined to think they ought to keep their distance. At least he ought to. Not because it's what Kylo wants-- though it pretty obviously is-- but because chasing after him seems likeliest to make it worse.

But even if he's here to talk about Ben, he's not going to press the issue again. Inside the shop he stakes out a table, flashes two fingers toward the waiter-- two of what, he doesn't even care, whatever's most popular will do. The look in his eyes must convey the gist of it, because the man nods and hurries off to prepare their tea without further prompting.]

I offered you a job?

[It's a little incredulous. She knows her stuff-- it's not her qualifications he's doubting-- but he doesn't imagine he's going to get less picky about the company he keeps in his old age. Telling him that doesn't give him any of the details he's after, but it says a hell of a lot.

As does the assertion that Leia gave her the ship.

General Organa.]

My wife, [he says, like an echo, trying the thought out. Thirty years in the future-- and losing their son-- will he still get to say that?

He's never said it. He's thought of the possibility, a few times.]

I mean, she's not. Not now. [That's getting off track. He shakes his head.] You're not nobody if she gave you the Falcon.

[Rey doesn't want to eat or drink anything, but having something to hold on to sounds good. Right now, her hands are twisted into the napkin, the cloth a garish blue wrinkle between her fingers. She's half tempted to walk away from yet another table, but she has a feeling he'll just keep following her until he gets the answers he wants. Or he might let her go--honestly, the more she learns about this younger Han, the harder it is to guess what he'll do.

Trying to get to know his estranged son before he's even born isn't something she would've guessed in a thousand years.

The blue napkin is straining at the seams, and she forces herself to loosen her grip a little. At least, she tries.]

Yes. And... yes. [Estranged wife. He has a lot of estranged relatives in the future. Another thing she will try not to tell him.

It takes every bit of her will power for Rey to finally look up at him. She hopes that her eyes will show she's telling the truth, because this is the only truth she knows:]

I am a nobody. I don't know who my family is, or where they are. They left me on Jakku and I became a scavenger. That's the only person I've ever been. [A beat. This next part might be relevant to him, but she doesn't really think it has much to do with what he's asking.] Before I came here... I was going to start training to be a Jedi. But I never got the chance to even find my master.

[She isn't even about to start explaining that said master is Luke Skywalker, who is also here, and also thirty years younger than he should be.

Time travel is so shitty.]

[Well, if she's still his wife-- even estranged-- that's something. It's strange, hearing her talk about them, trying to fill in thirty years of missing pieces with so little to go on.]

You're more than your family, [he murmurs, frowning a bit, trying to figure it out. Why would someone leave a kid on Jakku? Who might've done that? But really-- and he's gonna be firm on that part-- it doesn't matter. If she flew his ship, if he offered her a job, if Leia--

It means something, he doesn't have to know more to be sure of that.]

And you might be lucky, we're lousy with Jedi here.

[That bit he's a little less than thrilled about. Always a skeptic.

The tea comes, and he forces himself to relax minutely, nod at the server, but doesn't reach for the cup.]

[More than her family. That was basically what Maz Kanata had told her. Her family was never coming back for her. They had either hadn't planned to, or had died. Either way, she was on her own, able to make her own decisions about where her life would go and become her own person.

If only she knew how to do those things.]

Yeah, lousy Jedi.

[It's said mostly under her breath. She doesn't really think Luke is a lousy Jedi, but her mind isn't really in a good place at the moment. Ignoring the tea as well, she makes herself keep looking at him. It gives her something to focus on, gives her something to keep her grounded.]

I can tell you about my life on Jakku. I can tell you about the things that happened after I left. But I don't know if you really want to hear it.

[The muttering lightens the mood a little, at least; he feels his lips twist into a wry smile in spite of how serious things are. Whoever she is, whatever she knows or doesn't, Han is still pretty firm in his initial assessment: she's a good kid. There's something about her spirit, her stubbornness, even that obvious edge of temper, that he can't help but like.]

I hope I know the worst of it by now.

[Yeah, he's making jokes about being murdered by his own son; what else is he supposed to do with that knowledge?]

Tell me what you think I should know.

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