Han left his room to head back down to the lobby to find the woman that had miraculously reappeared in his life. He passed Jaina in the hallway and asked her to keep civil company with Kimberly until he got back. "Sure dad," Jaina said.

"Oh, hey Jasin," Han said. "Do I look okay? You know, like presentable?"

"You look great dad. Young and fab," Jaina said.

When he got downstairs he bumped into Jasin, who he thought he had just spoken to upstairs, "Umm Ace, I thought you were going to keep Kim company?"

"Oh yeah, I was just looking for her actually," Jasin said, having no worldly clue what the man was talking about and suppressing an urge to hug him. She went to a lift and hit the button several times.

Upon exiting, a young woman turned to Jasin, "Where is your father?"

"Excuse me?" Jasin asked, sizing up the woman, as if she was appalled.

"Yeah, you're father, where is he?" the woman persisted.

"Oh, Kimberly," Jasin said, figuring out who she was. "He went that way. Into the lounge I believe, he looked as if he were looking for something or someone." She stared at the woman a little longer.

"What are you staring at?" Kimberly asked in annoyance.

"You, Your Most Holier-Than-Thou-ness, what'd you think I was looking at?" Jasin sneered, fingering her gun, which she had just gotten back from Jaina.

"Get out of my way," Kimberly said. But as she walked passed her, she put a wide berth between herself and the teen, causing Jasin to smile.

Leia had gone to the bar to try and cure the ridiculous headache brought on by the aftermath of the high she had received from smoking the deathsticks. "A Corellian whiskey please," she told the bartender, whiskey always cured her headaches for some reason, especially Corellian whiskeys.

"Comin' up," the bartender said. "Will that be all?"

"Yes," she said, and then mumbled the rest to herself, "I don't intend on getting drunk and having a hangover as well." She laid her throbbing head on the counter as another being took a seat two stools down from her and asked for a double Hot Coronet. Leia suppressed the need to gawk and accepted her drink and bill. Taking a long swallow, she signed the check. Looking to the other, a human female, she smiled and toasted her, "Here's to you, may your life be far less complicated than mine."

"Thank you," the other said, taking a sip of her own drink and choking on it when she saw the signature on the check. "You're the Chief of State? You're Leia Organa?"

"Guilty," Leia said, not knowing why in the galaxy this woman would need to talk to her while she was in the middle of a crisis. Come to think of it, I'm always in the middle of some crisis or another.

"I've wanted to speak with you for so long. My name is Kimberly Thom. My father owns Kuati Drive Yards," Kimberly said. "I've been contacting your office, but they said that you were off planet and didn't know when you would be back. I have a business proposition for you. Ah, it's fate."

"Yes well, I'm in a bit of a situation at the moment, but send me this proposition via my office, and I'll see to it when I get back," Leia said, taking her drink and leaving the lounge.

Kimberly made to follow her, but the bartender stopped her. "Drinks have to stay in the lounge ma'am, unless you order room service."

"But she—" Kimberly started.

"Is the Chief of State," the bartender said smartly. Kimberly sat back down and threw evil glares at the man while his back was turned.