Madonna Litta

Solo switched places with Chewbacca, the Wookie grateful for the opportunity torelinquish the controls. As the Corellian moved aft to check the extent of thedamage, a determined-looking Leia passed him in the corridor. "What do you think, sweetheart?" Solo inquired, well pleased with himself."Not a bad bit of rescuing. You know, sometimes I amaze even myself." "That doesn't sound too hard," she admitted readily. "The important thing isnot my safety, but the fact that the information in the R-2 'droid is still intact." "What's that 'droid carrying that's so important, anyway?" Leia considered the blazing starfield forward. "Complete technical schematicsof the battle station. I only hope that when the data is analyzed, a weakness can befound. Until then, until the station itself is destroyed, we must go on. This warisn't over yet." "It is for me," objected the pilot. "I'm not on this mission for your revolution.Economics interest me, not politics. There's business to be done under anygovernment. And I'm not doing it for you, Princess. I expect to be well paid forrisking my ship and my hide." "You needn't worry about your reward," she assured him sadly, turning to leave."If money is what you love…that's what you will receive." On leaving the cockpit she saw Luke coming forward, and she spoke softly tohim in passing. "Your friend is indeed a mercenary. I wonder if he really caresabout anything—or anybody." Luke stared after her until she disappeared into the main hold area, thenwhispered, "I do…I care." Then he moved into the cockpit and sat in the seatChewbacca had just vacated. "What do you think of her, Han?" Solo didn't hesitate. "I try not to."