"You really expect me to believe that out of everyone here, you're the one who's best suited to this?" she says, though, truth be told, his hands are as steady with the needle as they are at the helm.

"What, you want to trust the kid who's never had to bandage worse than a scrape, or do want Chewie to stop pinning down the guy who, let's be clear here, you missed, long enough to patch you up?" he says, studiously failing to mention the fact that she hit the first two and only 'missed' the last one's chest because his blaster was in the way.

They can hear each other's silence, just as loud as they can hear their own, and, while they're both quick on the trigger of a blaster, neither of them is quite so willing to shoot first when it comes to words.