"Well, more often inside the ship then out of it, but yeah." He says thoughtfully. "I've seen more then I could have imagined when I first dreamed of flying."

There's no part of this ship that Han doesn't feel completely at ease with. It someways it feels like a very extension of the man himself. He knows every noise that it should (and shouldn't) be making. He knows where every secret compartment is. It's not really an exaggeration to say his ship means everything to him.

Considering all that, 'home' feels like a pretty apt descriptor. He doesn't really say anything to that, but he nods, with perhaps a touch of emotion in his eyes.