"Bacta dunk?" Well, thankfully Han hadn't seen anything too damn depressing. He'd hate for anyone else to see something that may cause anything like a pity party for him and that weird lost childhood thing. There had ben times where he had almost forgotten that he hadn't really grown up the same to anyone until they mentioned simple things like only using playgrounds for well.. playing... when he remembered using them for shelter and places to sleep when he had to sleep rough, those kinds of things. There was no grudge held there, just.. a quiet reverence for how different things could've been.

"They're called Gundams. You might've seen a uh... much smaller version of mine in my video chats... Small, black and grey.. has wings like a bat.."