While all this is going on, Han is awfully quiet. The truth is he's not thinking much about his first car ride - which seems painfully slow to someone used to traveling the way a smuggler from outer space does - but at least it's scenic.
Mostly he's quiet because no matter what poignant observations he was going to come up with or analogous comparisons he could draw upon from his own galaxy ... he was never going to be able to tell a bunch of earthlings he knew more about the earth than they did. So he didn't waste his breath.
Besides that, he felt a responsibility to be thoughtful and useful for this event. Natasha wasn't the kind of person to trust others lightly or to bring someone she cared about into this part of her life unless the potential gain outweighed the potential cost - she might not have ever said it in those terms, but he knew ...
Her words snap him out of the contemplative fog. He's not sure that he'll ever get used to a masculinized version of Natasha's voice, but hopefully, it's not something that he'll have to adjust to for that much longer.
"Gladly." He murmurs, studying the lines of the quinjet. It sure looked fast, but then, there was a lot more that went into making a ship fast than how it looked on the outside. Nobody knew that better than Han Solo. "How long is our trip?"
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on 2017-08-23 08:39 pm (UTC)Mostly he's quiet because no matter what poignant observations he was going to come up with or analogous comparisons he could draw upon from his own galaxy ... he was never going to be able to tell a bunch of earthlings he knew more about the earth than they did. So he didn't waste his breath.
Besides that, he felt a responsibility to be thoughtful and useful for this event. Natasha wasn't the kind of person to trust others lightly or to bring someone she cared about into this part of her life unless the potential gain outweighed the potential cost - she might not have ever said it in those terms, but he knew ...
Her words snap him out of the contemplative fog. He's not sure that he'll ever get used to a masculinized version of Natasha's voice, but hopefully, it's not something that he'll have to adjust to for that much longer.
"Gladly." He murmurs, studying the lines of the quinjet. It sure looked fast, but then, there was a lot more that went into making a ship fast than how it looked on the outside. Nobody knew that better than Han Solo. "How long is our trip?"