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[rebel_falcon]

Han's kneeling on a cross-beam in what appears to be a small room full of various blinking lights, wires, and parts as he pulls Esya up into the ship from the bar. There's room enough for two, and only a slight squeeze through the innards of the ship to the deck above

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[aimedforthemoon]

"I spent my career in fighter jets, Han. Am used to being...cramped," she comments as she follows him.

Her dry tone doesn't match the glow in her face, though. No. Not at all.

[rebel_falcon]

"Well then I think you'll be surprised at just how much room she's got."

He's kneeling on the deck panels to help her up (always a gentleman of course he is!) and into the hold. It's got a few boxes stacked in a corner but other than that, it's just metal, and a doorway on the far side.

[aimedforthemoon]

"Mmm?" She asks, a quick smile at the help (it's not because he's being a gentleman, it's because it's rude to turn down help when needed because she's not a lady) and then she...looks at the doorway.

Curiously.

[rebel_falcon]

Han grins.

"Well c'mon. I think Chewie's out gettin' 3po's systems upgraded or somethin'," he leads the way towards the doorway and the rest of the ship.