[ There's a little twitch of something in the base of her lizard brain that warns her of danger when he laughs, when he offers her that lopsided grin. It's a crossed wire of some kind. Obviously there's no danger in it, but she bristles all the same, stiffening and stilling and staring back at him with a suspicious placidity. Her gaze narrowed, her eyes searching his face for some context for that sound. ]
I am harder to fool than debtors.
[ Which is, probably, the usual callers for Solo's head. She frowns a little then, though, and glances at the stormtroopers. She nods her heads in Ben's direction. ]
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I am harder to fool than debtors.
[ Which is, probably, the usual callers for Solo's head. She frowns a little then, though, and glances at the stormtroopers. She nods her heads in Ben's direction. ]
Take him.