[She studies his face as he looks at the trinket in her hand, trying to glean what she can from it without muscles or skin to give her a hint. But she's known Han Solo for thirty years; she's gotten good at reading him, skeleton or no.

She merely smiles at his thanks, bowing her head graciously.]

I almost kept them, you know. But I thought it'd be selfish of me, considering they already brought me so much luck in recent weeks.