"Well," Jaina replied in a casual tone as she sent a motorcycle crashing into the group, managing to knock a handful of the demons to the ground, "we're in some city on a planet in another galaxy. Monsters run rampant, the sun never rises, and it hasn't stopped raining since I showed up." As she spoke, the motorcycle rose into the air and proceeded to bash each fallen foe further into the ground before it was simply too crushed to be of much more use.
Tossing it aside, she continued speaking while using her lightsaber to cut down one of the demons that had managed to avoid the projectiles and was charging right at them. "There's a Sith here by the name Bastila Shan, our grandfather was here until a few days ago, and Uncle Luke is a kid. I haven't seen him since I showed up, though, so he may be gone too for all I know."
Finished with two more demons by the time she was done speaking, she turned to look at her brother. "In short, we're well and truly farked if we don't call it a night and get out of here, because they aren't going to stop coming."
Yes, it was official. Jaina Solo was actually suggesting they retreat. If that statement alone didn't tell Jacen just how dire the situation must be and get him to agree, she was going to physically drag him from the streets and into the relative safety of her home.