[Han shrugs, and shoots the mirage-Hutt a glare that matches its malicious sneer. There's no love lost between them, that's clear enough, and unknowingly for Han, it's for nearly the same reasons as Dooku. Just with a smidgen of guilt, coming from working under the slug in the first place.
He folds his arms and looks at Dooku. There's a wariness there under his deliberately casual manner, a tension to his shoulders that comes of dealing with authority figures that he's never really shaken, even after three years under the Rebellion.]
Not a clue. [An ironic smile, that doesn't quite meet his eyes.] Guess I'm just a lucky guy.
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He folds his arms and looks at Dooku. There's a wariness there under his deliberately casual manner, a tension to his shoulders that comes of dealing with authority figures that he's never really shaken, even after three years under the Rebellion.]
Not a clue. [An ironic smile, that doesn't quite meet his eyes.] Guess I'm just a lucky guy.