[His looming, as usual, does little to intimidate Leia into giving him the actual answers he wants. That's not to say she likes it, though, frowning up at Ben as he demands answers. The fact that his looming is partially due to a lack of balance isn't something she notices until he starts visibly wavering, and it's at that point her expression falters, and any annoyance with him interrogating her about the lightsaber is gone.

Any sense of wanting Ben to have his own personal space and to not impose on him more than she already does when she visits is forgotten, and she reaches out, placing a hand on his upper arm in some attempt to help stabilize him. She doesn't need Ben falling over and getting in worse shape than he already seems to be.]

It doesn't matter who. What matters is that you're going to hurt yourself if you keep this up, Ben. At least sit down.

[because she's sure she will have less luck getting Ben to cooperate than she did with Han. Han, at least, could be convinced if it got him attention and he wanted to be taken care of. Ben presumably wants little of that, least of all from her. But if she could get him to sit down, at least she won't have to worry about him toppling over.]