She's staring into the fire, when she feels that familiar presence wrap around her. You can't, really, lie through the Force, not when it comes to emotions. But she can reassure him that she's fine, and that everything will be okay. She doesn't know what the future holds - even the Force can only show possibilities - but she knows it won't be simple. The Rebellion, as much as she hates to admit it, has legitimate grievances against Lord Vader. He's done horrible things, even if some were done under duress.

She knows he cares for her - less so her parents. She knows that he will not allow anything to happen to her. But it's not him she's worried about. She's worried about what the Rebellion will do. About what his children will do. Luke seems to accept him, but will his daughter? And if she does, what does that mean for Misa? If this daughter doesn't accept him, what then? Too many questions, too many possibilities. It's giving her a headache.

When she feels Luke step outside the ship, she motions him over and offers him a Bothan peach. With dark red/purple outside, the bright pink middle is sweet and juicy. And it doesn't even have to be peeled. "Not sure how long the meat has, but there's a few things to eat." She doesn't turn to look at him, but her mouth twitches. "You can ask anything you want." She offers.