Considering nobody hears as good at his age as they do at hers, he would have had to close the distance between them a bit if she hadn’t done it first. That said, he’s not at all dissatisfied that they have to be close together and she’ll sense Han shifting his balance a little bit, so he can direct his voice a little closer to her ear.

She’ll feel his hand gently on her wrist before he tells her ...

“You’ll have to forgive me for not saying too much right away.” His hand, of course, is even more calloused than the Han she knows. With 30 or so more years of labor to their credit, it’s not very surprising. “I know I’m not exactly an older version of him, but all the same, somethings maybe shouldn’t be said, huh?”

He reaches for another sip of from the glass and then, leans a little closer to her. There’s a brief pause where he seems to be sorting his thoughts -or- looking at the way she’d exposed some of her neck by the way she had pinned her hair.

“I’m doing well. Hoping to retire soon. Spent a lot of time flying dozens of people where they needed to go is alright, but when you’ve been doing it as long as I have it gets tiring. Saw my share of fighting before that, though.”