Han knows the sound of an engine when he hears it. Granted, it's the strangest kryffing engine he's ever heard, but he knows what he's hearing is a vehicle of some kind. He can tell by the way he can hear it upshift and downshift. And in the way the sound moves as the vehicle closes in on its destination.
Now that he's listening to it ... it sounds like the Falcon is the destination. It couldn't be Nat already, could it?
Han leaves the camera, which he has begun taking apart, on the holochess board and starts heading toward the ramp to see who his visitor is. His hand drifts toward his holster more out of habit than anything else and he gets just close enough to see that familiar shade of red hair, which makes his lips twist into a slight smile out of reflex.
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Date: 2016-04-30 09:01 pm (UTC)Now that he's listening to it ... it sounds like the Falcon is the destination. It couldn't be Nat already, could it?
Han leaves the camera, which he has begun taking apart, on the holochess board and starts heading toward the ramp to see who his visitor is. His hand drifts toward his holster more out of habit than anything else and he gets just close enough to see that familiar shade of red hair, which makes his lips twist into a slight smile out of reflex.
"Well." He murmurs. "That was fast."