It is one thing to wake up on a strange ship, completely naked and covered in slime, it's another to--

Actually, actually no. There is no other thing. That is just plain weird and Han would really, really like some answers right about now. Sure, there was the whole 'find your locker' bullshit (at least he had his usual clothes, that jumpsuit was horrible),that constituted some form of instruction, but Han still had no damn idea as to what the hell was going on. It was a weird ship, with weirder circumstances, followed by the complete lack of any familiar faces.

Well, for the most part.

In a brief moment of near silence, a familiar voice reaches his ear; annoyed and unimpressed and--

"Leia?"

The former smuggler is moving before he has finished fastening his belt properly, feet following the voice, and coming up behind a very familiar figure moving through the halls with a lot more familiarity that he himself possesses.

Leia turns a corner and Han goes to follow when--

"Whoa, whoa there! Ow, not the hello that I was expecting there." He gives her a crooked smile.