[ if there's such a thing as force-confusion, leia's found herself stuck in the thick of it. two hans, two mirrored presences too close in proximity for her comfort, two sets of strong feelings directed at... leia's gaze lands on bria, sharp and critical.
and then the younger han speaks and leia struggles to say something -- anything -- unsure of which han she needs to be yelling at for calling her "lady" of all things. which leaves her standing there somewhat dumbstruck, rooted to the spot as she, once again, refuses to obey the elder han's insistence that they leave. ]
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and then the younger han speaks and leia struggles to say something -- anything -- unsure of which han she needs to be yelling at for calling her "lady" of all things. which leaves her standing there somewhat dumbstruck, rooted to the spot as she, once again, refuses to obey the elder han's insistence that they leave. ]