Leia stopped Han at the last moment, holding out her hand. “Wait, let me.”
Han watched, unsure what she had mind but ready for trouble.
Leia slipped up behind the stormtrooper, gracefully reached out and waved a hand past his helmet. “Sleep.”
Without a sound, the guard crumpled. Han caught the armored sentry and lowered him to the ground, then looked back up at his wife, his mouth hanging open.
“He’ll be fine,” she answered his silent question.
“I don’t know whether to be scared or turned on.”
One of Leia’s eyebrows quirked up. “That’s a topic for another time.”