She maybe should have known - her sister had twins, after all, but also he didn't understand why the meddroid hadn't told her.

"So do I." There was rare regret in his voice, not being with her had been a long-standing guilt of his. Not being with her and their children, not having a say in their fates, not being there. "Leia looks so much like you. I don't know how I didn't see it right away." Because he hadn't thought their child(ren) lived. So he didn't look (or listen).

He could feel her moving, hear the blaster whine. He wasn't worried about her missing if she needed to fire, and even if she wasn't a skilled shot, he could manage - the goal at this point was evasion, as much as he wasn't normally one to turn from a fight. The goal in this case wasn't a victory over a battle, but safety and information.

"We'll be all right."