"Nice to not have to fall through the ceiling," he says, cheerfully as he steps inside her room and glances around at the surroundings. It's very neat, and reminds him of the dorms at the Academy, except they didn't have anything in regards to personal belongings.

Han crosses the room and hangs the holster on the back of her chair and looks at the models.

"This was yours," he says, in reference to the MiG.