HAN’S grip tightens on his rifle, but LEIA flicks out her palm. The GUARDS are thrown against the wall and then they crumple to the floor. LEIA looks at her husband and shrugs.
LEIA: It’s much quieter than a blaster.
HAN grabs up the weapons of the fallen guards.
HAN: You’re really somethin’ else, you know that?
He looks at the PRISONERS, who have taken no notice of the commotion and simply continued on with their mindless toiling.
HAN: (cont.) ...C’mon - we gotta get Chewie and Lando, and get outta here before more Imperial troops show up!