I'm just saying they're pretty quick, you know? [He's seen it firsthand, and it's there, that tension in his shoulders when he stops to look at her for just a second-- downgrading to watching her via his peripheral vision. Tie fighters snapping up their prey, scouts first, then the relay, then the destroyers - old relics still breathing in the fumes of a scorched Empire. Replays it in the back of his skull, sees the glint of polished metal out there between planets where there's nothing but void.] These guys don't mess around. I've seen it happen a hundred times-- maybe more.