The confusion and uncertainty caused by whatever it was that had dragged Jacen here had played havoc on his Force senses. When he heard his sister's familiar voice speak to him in such harsh, unforgiving tones, he turned toward it, startled and none the wiser as to the why.
"What do you mean, a lot of nerve? Jaina? Is that you?"
Lowering his lightsaber, Jacen peered toward the diminutive woman wearing a Jedi cloak and brandishing his sister's distinctive purple blade. From her tone, it was obvious she was here to exact revenge, but he had not done anything to offend Jaina in such a way.