Jaina knew this was potentially a bad idea. Meeting with someone who was claiming to be her long-dead grandfather - a man who was also claiming to have met another, younger version of her no less - was definitely not her smartest move. Yet there was no denying the man was powerful, nor that there was a call of blood coming from somewhere within the city. So ignoring him, just writing him off as crazy without doing an investigation, wasn't a very wise move either.
It really was just her luck, she thought as she made her way toward the area where he was waiting for her. She arrives in an unfamiliar city, on an unfamiliar planet, and one of the first people she comes across is either a long deceased family member who eventually falls to the Dark Side or a crazy man who thinks he's a long deceased family member who eventually falls to the Dark Side. Either way, it wasn't shaping up to be a very good day. A large part of Jaina wanted to put the skills she'd learned from her cousin to good use and simply disappear within the Force for a while.
She didn't, though. She kept following his signature within the Force until at long last she reached an abandoned lot. Then he was in her sights and she moved closer still, finally pausing when she was close enough to speak to him without being so close as to be able to touch.
He was tall. That was the first thought she had about him as she eyed him closely. She'd known Vader was tall but had always thought it was due to the suit he'd been forced to wear. Anakin - if this was really Anakin of course - was also tall, though. Idly she wondered how both her mother and her uncle had ended up so very short in comparison.
"Well," she spoke after a second. "Here I am." Her voice was even, steady. Calm and serene was the way of the Jedi and, while Jaina was by no means a perfect Jedi, she did do her best to at least practice the general principles in most every aspect of her life.