Han was furious. Qi'ra Placeholder had clogged the fresher toilet again. Damn idiot and her second helping of Nerf steak. She never knew when to stop eating. His arms were sore from using the plunger for an hour straight to unclog her dinner.
By the time Han got back to the cockpit, she was sound asleep in his pilot's seat snoring loudly. A puddle of drool lay on her chin. Her skinny arms were folden inward as they rested on her nonexistent breasts. She was obviously having a nice dream because her extremely deep laugh lines were prominent as usual. Those deep laugh lines of hers ran deeper than a Sarlacc Pit.
"Outta my seat, baldy," he said, trying to nudge her awake.
As soon as he called her bald, he regretted it. It was a cheap joke. Qi'ra was sensitive about her male pattern baldness. For a woman (at least he thought she was a woman), she had an exceedingly high hairline that made her forehead look absolutely huge.
Luckily, Qi'ra didn't hear him through her loud snores.
"Stay asleep then," Han muttered. "I like you better that way anyhow."