"Looks like you could use some downtime."

Leia smiles warmly at you, but her brow remains troubled by worry lines. "I'm sorry, Luke. I'd like to, but we have so much to do here. We're only just getting com-scan online, and according to Argo and Voorson the T-47s still aren't capable of withstanding the temperatures outside..." she trails off with a sigh. "Nobody said running a rebellion was easy work."

"Sure," you stammer, rubbing your neck with some embarrassment. "No problem. I should catch up with Wedge and the Rogues," you say, and stumble for the door.

"Luke," Leia calls, and you halt in the doorway to look back at her. "Another time," she promises.