There's still plenty of time to make him stop before he sees it all, time to back out and reassess. Still, he keeps going at a steady pace, slow and deliberate.

"Couldn't've been more than ten. It was right after I got away from Shrike."

It feels strange how easily he says that, now that she knows. That he can use that as a reference point in telling her more about himself. Not entirely uncomfortable, not bad, just... Foreign. New.

Han breezes past it, though, finishing the second braid and carefully moving on to the next. "Wasn't really paying too much attention. I think I muted it halfway through so I could run back and hide the cargo." Not mentioning the rude gestures he'd made in frustration, or exactly what kind of spice he'd had as cargo. Or what he'd tried to do with it once he landed.