[To Han’s credit, he’s only three minutes late when he finally rolls up to the curb, muttering darkly all the way about engine problems and getting some new parts in. Truthfully it’s his power at fault here, although he has somehow managed to make most of his car’s new repairs last past a few days with a lot of spit and duct tape.]
I’m not that late. [he says when he opens the door.] She’s no Falcon, but she’ll get you there fast. Now hop in.
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I’m not that late. [he says when he opens the door.] She’s no Falcon, but she’ll get you there fast. Now hop in.