Well, if Han was going to sell his son out to the Resistance, he likely would have done it already. Consider it a sign of trust - tenuous still, but forming.

Eventually, He left his father on board the Falcon and followed the Wookie into the cantina. As he went through the door, he kept the cowl around his face. There could be First Order spies anywhere. Or Resistance spies for that matter. He could only hope he didn't look as out of place as he felt.

There was no drop in the overall noise level, so at least there was that. He approached the bar.

The Supreme Leader and the First Order tended to frown on drunkenness, so he wasn't immediately sure what to order. He listened to what some of the other patrons were ordering and followed suit with a name that sounded good.

"Reactor core."

The bartender laughed, which drew attention from the rest of the nearby customers. "Oh, that's rich. A skinny whelp like you? Here's a mug of Osskorn Stout."

"That's not what I ordered!"

Chewbacca put a hand on Ben's shoulder, but he shrugged it off.

The bartender, meanwhile, glanced up at the Wookie. "You with the black string bean? Fine. You can carry his drunk ass out of here."

Ben finally got the drink he ordered, and downed it in three quick gulps, completely out of spite. In hindsight, that was not a good idea...