[ standing in the middle of the gaping hole torn through the metal skin of the ship like it was made of flimsiplast is one han solo.

without his blaster ( thanks, vader ) or his jacket ( thanks, lando ) or chewbacca or leia ( again, thank you, lando, he'll have to drop by personally to fully express his gratitude, ) he squints to protect his eyes from the reflective glare of the sunlight and comes to the realization that, while he may have been moved off cloud city, he's definitely not in tatooine either.

worse: this is somehow bad news. ]

Great.

[ he's got his pack at his feet and a second pack that's probably best not to ask from whom he got it.

after holding up the crowd at the "door," he'd retreated into the interior. the ship is shot; the pilot is dead. none of that stops him from sticking a flashlight between his teeth and beginning the task of combing the interior for useful parts to strip. like parts to make fire or paneling that can be arranged into shelter or, if his luck decides to turn up any second now, a working comms system.

he'll even take one that just needs a little tlc. but he needs one and he needs off this rock now.

which is why your character might find themselves being pointed to. ]

Hey! You! [ han waves them over with the flashlight he removed from his mouth. ] Yeah, get over here. Hold up another light for me.