After another minute or two of very hum-drum discourse with the people who give clearances for the sandy rock they're about to land on, Han eventually does get his permission to land. He records the string of characters that get read to him into the ship's log and then, he hangs up the headset.

He expected everything to go right and it did. Still, he's glad to have it be over. He's not particularly fond of talking to people over comms.

"Alright, Rey, let's bring her in." Han murmurs as his hands begin to dance over the control panel. They glide from one switch to another trigger so fluently, it makes you believe he could do this with his eyes closed if he wanted to.