[and since it's han, trust him to skip right over the actual useful information to:]

Great, some kind of Rebel hotshot that's holdin' a candle for you. Well, I'll take him any day, because--you know--

[he scratches the top of his head, a nervous gesture born from the fact that his brain caught up with his mouth in time to realize he's getting dangerously close to accusing her of something, so he finishes up with a lame substitution of what he had originally planned on saying.]

Uh, because he's not the boss of me.