As Luke's presence left the car, that all too familiar silence fell. Leia found it strange how a man with no Force-sensitivity could exude such a feeling around her - one of cold regret. Han, however, seemed to manage it nonetheless.

Leia tapped her finger on her datapad, finding that the simple sound radiated in the cabin of the taxi and fell into sync with her heartbeat, which seemed to have an unusually agitated rhythm.

She was tempted to hum, but figured that it would be too obvious that she was trying to fill the unruly silence. It bothered her, it was more vexing than people yelling, and it was the place where negative emotions hung in the air. There was anger, pain, regret, and sorrow in this quiet space, all of which she wished would go away.

She would prefer them to mask themselves, these bad feelings, put themselves under the guise of something easier to deal with. Facing them meant she'd have to think about what caused it all, and that was a place to avoid.

"Could you stop that? It's bugging the hell out of me," Han said, interrupting her thoughts and pulling on his collar once again.

Leia stopped tapping her finger; though the fact that it perturbed him made her want to continue with new fervor. Somehow, annoying him would make her feel better, though she new that was a childish trick of amusement.

She wished that he wasn't there, then she could think in peace. Right now, his very presence just put her off. She knew she blamed him - blamed him for making her think she loved him long ago, blamed him for that one night, blamed him for not stopping her from marrying Isolder, and at the moment, she blamed him for making the silence unbearable.

"Are you prepared?" she asked, saying the first thing that came to mind.

He nodded. "Yeah, I've got your song and dance number down to a science."

Leia noticed the cabby nervously glancing back at them from the front seat, and then glancing at the chrono. She ignored it and the temptation to counter Han's comment.

"That's comforting," she replied.

She leaned over a little to try and look out the door and see Luke, but her view was blocked by the angle. She sighed and plopped back in her seat, praying that Luke would rejoin them soon.

As she set her head back against the seat, the door slammed shut and locked. Leia and Han both sat erect, immediately looking to the cabby who slammed on the accelerator, sending Leia hurtling backward into Han.

"What the hell!" Han shouted in confusion.
Leia took a deep breath as she sat up, pulling herself off of Han and tugging at the door handle next to her. It was sealed shut.

Her head mulled through the options as she tried to break one of the windows. They were sealed into the cabin going at least eighty kilometers an hour and still accelerating. If they jump they might get hit, if they try and take control of the car, the cabby might run them into something, and if they sit still she had a feeling they wouldn't be any better off.

"Do you have a blaster?!" Leia yelled at Han, as she now focused her energy on breaking the transparisteel separating the cabin from the driver.

"No, but he does!" Han called back, attempting to help her in her cause as the window lowered itself and the cabby tried to aim the blaster while driving.

The two diplomats ducked and the cabby's shot ricocheted of the durasteel lining of the left hand door's window, only to puncture the cushioning of the seat next to Han.

The hovercar banked right as the cabby tried to weave between the lanes, sending Han and Leia crashing into the left side of the vehicle.

Leia's shoulder was crushed under her and Han's body weight, and the pain shot up her arm as Han moved to try and take the blaster from the driver.

The car banked left, but Leia held onto the car door handle to hold herself to that side while Han fell onto the right, ripping his uniform.

"I could use a little help over here," Han yelled from the front of the cabin, struggling with the cabby for the blaster.

"I'm coming," Leia screamed back, the noise of the engines accelerating making it difficult to hear.

The driver hit off another shot and Leia ducked in the space between the forward and backseats as the shot when through the floor.

"Gods! Keep that thing pointing up!" Leia said, coming up beside Han.

"It's not like I have much of a choice," he retorted, as she tried to press the cabby's arm against the edge of the transparasteel.

The driver banked left again and Leia didn't have time to steady herself. She grabbed for something solid to hang onto but couldn't get hold and the force of the manoeuvre sent her flying to the right side, her head making hard contact with a door handle.
Her vision was blurry as she looked up to find Han looking over at her. The distraction afforded the cabby a window of opportunity and he shot Han in the shoulder.

The last thing Leia saw was a stun beam throwing Han back against the seat before she went unconscious.