"It hasn't been Luke's for a long time." He shrugs. "And-- look, I don't know what kind of stories you've heard. It's a weapon."

It's more than a weapon, but right now what she needs is less mysticism, more confidence. Han unbuckles the strap of his holster and pulls his blaster without looking, turning it in his broad hand and holding it out to her. No different than taking and shooting that would be.

Except he's not proposing shooting, so much as getting shot at.