It wasn't until he found himself alone in his apartment, staring at his reflection in the mirror, that he'd even noticed that the scar was gone, the skin smooth and unblemished. It startled him now to be reminded of it, as he watched her hand appear from the sleeve of his coat, her fingertips cool to the touch. He flinched, his expression sliding from bemusement to a more neutral mask, but she pulled away and saved them both the embarrassment of acknowledging the moment.

"I arrived two weeks ago. I've found only a handful of people who claim any familiarity with our galaxy," he said, choosing not to mention the presence of Luke Skywalker, just yet. He led her down the boardwalk, toward the lights of the city, here he knew they might find an dining establishment open through the night.