Han glances down at her. He seems to be caught by surprise that Carol is suddenly trying to shush him. It didn't dawn on him that he could be inviting more trouble with his comment, but he got up to speed after a second or two.

He leans in to give her a quick kiss. As if that was somehow reassurance that everything was going to be just fine.

"I was talking about us. We're the storm, sweetheart."