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[aimedforthemoon]

She leads Han up into her room, and locks the door behind them. Her room is just as (painfully) neat as the last time he was there, and she heads over to the desk. There are books stacked on the top, not to mention the spare chair

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[rebel_falcon]

He's got a few papers folded in his hand and a datapad tucked under his arm, and he drops into the spare chair.

"Photograph to start with," he agrees, as he grabs the stylus and pokes at a few things on the screen.

[aimedforthemoon]

"If you don't mind the hat," she says, turning the book around to show her last photograph taken before she left for her mission, her lieutenant's cap on her head. Hair neatly back, eyes straight at the camera.

[rebel_falcon]

"Hat is fine," he says. "It's your eyes I'm interested in. Can I see the book?"

It's been awhile since Han's seen a book.

[aimedforthemoon]

"If you have to."

She hates the book. She hates what it means, she hates what is in, but it's the only record she has of her family.

She hands it over, slightly tense.