No. It seems like just the amount questions and fawning. It comes off authentic as it is. Much more and he'd start to question her sincerity.
"There's a tank of the bacta in the base there." He says, taping at it with the toe of his boot. A fairly basic looking control panel seems to operate the thing. "The most effective use they've ever found of it seems to be when people are soaking in it."
Han doesn't know where it comes from, wouldn't begin to pretend that he knows anything about medicine, really, but he's always kind of wondered is it's harvested from somewhere? Of course, big phama exists in it's own form, even in a galaxy far, far away. That market's well dominated by corporations and as such, smugglers are rarely asked to haul it ...
Except.
Except that he knows of people, a small organization, who have occasionally called upon people like him to move things like food and medicine for people who need it. Which usually turns into a raw deal for a young opportunist like Han, himself. An organization out to give aid to refugees and put strategic weapons cache's on planets doesn't really operate for profit. His face flickers for a moment of anger, when these thoughts cross his mind.
"Anyway, there's no ointments preparation or pills of it. It might not work that way."
Does he have a particular reason he dislikes bacta tanks? No. Not really. He's seen them do wonders before. It's just ... unsettling to him to see people floating in that neon blue liquid. Somewhere between life and death.
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"There's a tank of the bacta in the base there." He says, taping at it with the toe of his boot. A fairly basic looking control panel seems to operate the thing. "The most effective use they've ever found of it seems to be when people are soaking in it."
Han doesn't know where it comes from, wouldn't begin to pretend that he knows anything about medicine, really, but he's always kind of wondered is it's harvested from somewhere? Of course, big phama exists in it's own form, even in a galaxy far, far away. That market's well dominated by corporations and as such, smugglers are rarely asked to haul it ...
Except.
Except that he knows of people, a small organization, who have occasionally called upon people like him to move things like food and medicine for people who need it. Which usually turns into a raw deal for a young opportunist like Han, himself. An organization out to give aid to refugees and put strategic weapons cache's on planets doesn't really operate for profit. His face flickers for a moment of anger, when these thoughts cross his mind.
"Anyway, there's no ointments preparation or pills of it. It might not work that way."
Does he have a particular reason he dislikes bacta tanks? No. Not really. He's seen them do wonders before. It's just ... unsettling to him to see people floating in that neon blue liquid. Somewhere between life and death.
"They just creep me out a little, that's all."