Not enough.

Pilots gathered around her, attentive and inspired by the passion in her voice. And he, not one of them (and not a general or an admiral or royalty like she was) sat wiping his sweaty brow, fiddling with the mechanics of his ship.

A princess and a guy like me...?

The more instructions she imparted so boldly - the longer she stood there clad in those modest, several layers and a warm jacket-vest - the less confident Han Solo felt about his chances.

"… And may the Force be with you," she concluded, that genuine smile of hers captivating the Corellian who watched from the sidelines. Chewie grunted upon noticing his friend's reverie, to which Han retorted, "If you're gonna point fingers, Chewie, then you'd better have that generator fixed by now." Han gave his copilot an admonishing glare and returned to observe the sector where Rebel pilots were boarding snowspeeders.

From his disadvantaged view he spotted Luke with her. They quickly embraced; this reminded the ex-smuggler of a particularly sour moment (which had followed Luke's release from the bacta tank) that still rung cacophonous in his ears.

Unless Han became a Jedi, he thought, so much as kissing the Princess was out of the question.

...

They were in the frighteningly barren depths of space, not a sound but Threepio's robotic body making occasional noises as the protocol droid worked. I should probably be working, figured Han; and this thought entertained him because he realized that he was the only one being unproductive: but the pilot's seat stared out into the darkness of the cave, compelling him to be enveloped in his thoughts...

She hadn't appeared before him in hours. He knew precisely where she was working on the ship - hell, he thought, this is the second time she's been on my ship in five years - but every inch of his gut convulsed at the idea of visiting her. Besides, the Princess is too proud. She won't want me getting in the way.

Seconds of being enchanted by the tranquility of their hiding-place in the Outer Rim asteroid field got to Han, and he dozed off quickly. Of course, the Princess had decided to return to the cockpit for a break, where (minutes after the Captain's falling asleep) she discovered him.

Leia's first intuitive impulse was to leave him be. He would kill me if I woke him up to answer a stupid question, she presumed. One of the wires in the room adjacent to the master cabin had been shorted, and the woman had never been tasked with such a technical problem that she'd resolved to go to Han. But now the darkness mocked her while the intimidating, soundless atmosphere of the usually lively cockpit caused her to fear the slumbering pilot.

His mild snoring didn't bother her, but as she contemplated whether it was her business to be there among him, Leia noticed a fresh wound on the Corellian's forehead. That was sure to have been the result of our escape from the Rebel Base, she thought, frowning. For some reason that she could not justify, the laceration continued to interest her; and before Leia could prevent herself from inching toward the soundly-asleep Captain Solo, her fingers were clutching the fabric of her sleeve and she grazed it over the cut. Deftly did her hands work at this – she did not intend to wake him – and soon enough, Leia had blotted the scarlet drops of blood.

It was then that the woman admired his features. Han's lips were relaxed and slightly parted, a pure sign to Leia of his abject exhaustion. Then she began to observe his wan eyelids, his tousled hair…

Everything started to pop out at her, as if his body were mocking her former assertion that she would not touch him before she kissed a Wookiee. Shut up, she shouted internally. Your mind is playing games; don't fall for its misleading thoughts.

Not five minutes had transpired when Threepio's obnoxious voice permeated the peaceful, cockpit air: "Princess Leia, might I ask if – oh, dear…"

Instantly Han awoke from his sleep; his face shone of the same livid expression that he always wore when the protocol droid piped up. Leia was a statue while Han – not turning around – furiously grumbled, "Just take a break, Goldenrod. If you're looking for the Princess, she's –"

"Threepio, we won't be needing you for a while," Leia chimed in. Blushing profusely as Han slowly found her figure in the passenger seat, she got up so as not to dwell on the Corellian's utter shock and apologized to the droid before powering him off.

"Thanks," huffed the man. He covered his face in his hands and let out a weighty, unpleasant sigh. "Why do we even have the damned droid, when all he's good at doing is driving me insane?"

Rather than responding directly to him, Leia gazed aimlessly at the floor and shook her head, half-grinning. "It's funny what a sudden crisis can do to people."

"What, are you talking about me?" wondered Han insolently, forgetting that his blunt tone was working against his desire to be on better terms with the Princess. "Sorry," he mumbled.

Still standing at the center of the cramped room, Leia challenged him, "Do you try to be considerate? Sometimes I feel like you don't give a damn about those around you –"

"Wait just a moment, Princess," snapped Han, his knuckles turning white as he lifted himself up from the seat. "Remind me of who took you to safety when we were all back on that hellish ice planet?" He had lost control of himself in his fury, which was an emotion for which his self-frustration was half responsible. Unknowingly he rubbed his forehead, whereupon some new blood appeared on his fingertips. "Great. Thanks for telling me my forehead's bleeding!"

Leia's breath caught somewhere inside her lungs. She could utter nothing to retort: it was as if her entire hope at achieving some steady ground with this man had been crushed by his rugged, heartless interjection that still deafened her mind. What was I thinking while he was sleeping? He's no different from the rest of the men in this galaxy –

Han pushed his way past her without warning. She could hear him mumbling on his way through the Falcon, his boots rendering tense vibrations across the floorboards.

"Damn," Leia cursed under her breath.