She's never been much of a talker in any situation, and right now is no exception. She'd known the consequences of coming to get Han without the rebels officially behind her. Known that she wouldn't be able to stick around when she got him to safety - that she'd take the heat if it meant getting him the hell out of that place.

She'd stay on base long enough to make sure he'd make a full recovery. After that... well, she's sure the princess will take care of him well enough.

She casts a glance back at him, watching him settle back into his seat and close his eyes.

"There's a cot in the back," she murmurs, flipping on the radar to alert her of any ships in their vicinity. "You'll be with your friends by the time you wake up."