She doesn't mind the smudge, hardly even notices it there. And it's funny, in a way, because engine grease for a car doesn't smell that different from grease she would use in the Falcon and that's a comparison that makes being here even more soothing.

It's Max, though, that makes her feel a little less on edge, and Duo's cold nose against the palm of her hand. She doesn't smile at either of them but her shoulders relax, she leans over a little to give the dog a proper pet, and Max doesn't ask her how she is and it's the best thing he could have done.

"You're working on your car?" She asks him, looking over at it and making that the focus of their conversation rather than broken, haunted men and the fact that she's still in love.