Having wandered the corridors for a while, her mind in a bit of a daze, Alanna eventually found herself back in Lucky Lower 13.  Walking past the entrance, she paused as she heard the cheer go up from the pilots, soldiers, and technicians gathered there.  Her curiosity piqued, she poked her head inside to see what all the commotion was about.  Alanna's eyes grew wide as she saw who was accompanying General Solo.  Skywalker was a living legend, the last of the Jedi, and held in high regard among the Alliance.  His body and expression told the tale of the ordeal he had just passed through, and Alanna could not help but feel a pang of compassion for the young man.<br/><br/>Walking into the lounge, she quietly approached Solo and Skywalker.  Saluting the general, she waited for him to return the gesture before looking at Luke.  Getting closer, she could clearly see that his mind and body were still recovering, and her eyes softened for a moment before addressing him.  "Sir, is there something I can get for you?  Some food or drink?  The food processor here isn't half-bad if you don't mind having a bit of a Corellian twist added to most dishes."  She didn't want to impose, but at the same time, she couldn't just leave him unattended.