Poe Dameron sits in the cockpit of the Millenium Falcon, watching the effect of hyperspace travel through the window. Han sits at his side hooding with his hands behind his head.

"I owe you fifty credits," says Poe. "This old lady flies far better than she looks."

"Told ya."

"So… Most dangerous operation with the Falcon - what was it?"

"Anything post-war, really. The Falcon became the most famous ship around after blowing up the second death star. Everywhere we went, everyone recognised us; it made things difficult. Eventually, we decided to give the old lady some rest after me and Chewie joined the Republic Secret Services. It was even in a museum in Corellia for a year or two."

"And did you keep the smuggling compartment?"

Han sighs,

"Why bother even calling it that if everyone knows about it?"

"Seriously, I'm reading more weight on the ship than the manifest I was given. Maybe there's something there unaccounted for."

Han suddenly realises.

"Rey."

Han walks down the hallway of the Falcon to remove the lid on the smuggling compartment. Rey is sitting there, all cramped and cringing. She smiles awkwardly and shrugs. Han scoffs.

"You're learning too much from me, kid. Get outta there."