[She lets out a sigh through her nose, trying to formulate the words to tell this story that honestly? She's sometimes not sure if it was all a dream. A hallucination.]

A while back...not long before we came here...there was an attack on our ship. An enemy fighter...took aim at our bridge, and took its shot. Myself and my entire high command were all thrust out into open space. The rest of them...Ackbar—the real Ackbar—all of them, died. Me...

[She closes her eyes for a moment, squeezes them shut, and goes on.]

It was so cold out there, Stan, unbelievably cold. I remember thinking, "This is it. This is the end of Leia Organa. At least if I have to go, it's surrounded by all these stars."

[The look she gives Stan is bittersweet; a sad smile.]

But the thing is, I was born with...something. A gift. My brother had it, my father had it, and...my son has it, too. I've always been attuned to what my kind call the Force. It had always been more emotional in nature, I'd always been able to sense things. I knew when something was wrong, I could sense shifts in peoples' moods...I can't reach it here, of course, where it'd be useful.

But that day...I used the Force. Truly used it. Even thoughI should have died, I was half-frozen, I was able to pull myself back into that broken-up bridge, and get through the airlock. It wasn't an easy recovery by any means.

[She reaches over and gives Stan's hand a squeeze.]

After that...being stabbed ranks pretty low on your list of fears.