[Han has pretty much given up on getting Jabba off his back any time soon—for one thing, punching him didn't work, and shouting at him just makes him glare at Han all the more in judgment. Which is just rich, coming from a Hutt.
Anyway, for all that Han's annoyed with the mirage-Jabba, he has noticed all those other mirages all over town, ranging from the impersonal (like passing through a woman clad in ruffles) to the personal. So when he hears Cisco's tired laugh, he scrubs a hand over his face and sighs. It could always be worse, he supposes.]
Ignore him, he'll go away. [At least, that's what Han hopes.] You all right there? You sound like you had it rougher than I did.
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Anyway, for all that Han's annoyed with the mirage-Jabba, he has noticed all those other mirages all over town, ranging from the impersonal (like passing through a woman clad in ruffles) to the personal. So when he hears Cisco's tired laugh, he scrubs a hand over his face and sighs. It could always be worse, he supposes.]
Ignore him, he'll go away. [At least, that's what Han hopes.] You all right there? You sound like you had it rougher than I did.