[Realization has begun to dawn, though IV never reaches the solid conclusion with Leia's hasty interjection. The frantic wave of her hands distracts him, and he stares briefly at the shade of her face before his attention turns to her retreating foot.]
Leia?
[She's fleeing and he's confused. He takes a small step forward to close that gap, questioning.]
no subject
Leia?
[She's fleeing and he's confused. He takes a small step forward to close that gap, questioning.]