That was probably the exact same reasoning she'd use later, once she was home. And she had to believe that it was going to happen, she'd get home, history wouldn't be unmade and everything would turn out alright in the end because that was how the universe -and as far as she was concerned the Force itself- worked.

She was definitely aware of the weight of that shadow, as well, though there wasn't much she could do about it except to be there, for now. It wasn't long before the workings of the door became clear and she stepped closer. The inner latch didn't match any of the outer latches, which seemed to be purely decorative, but she tapped lightly at the door, just offset from one of them, "Here. There's a counterweight, but it's not the only one."