If there was one thing Jaina could do any day and everyday, without ever growing bored, it was watch her father fly. The man had a way with ships that she'd spent her entire life trying to mimic. She'd come pretty close - there weren't many who could out-fly her after all - but she knew she'd never quite get there. Nobody could fly like Han Solo. Nobody.
She knew he hadn't spotted her ship yet. In fact she was counting on that fact. She waited until he landed, in fact, before bringing her own vessel down in the clearing beside the one he'd chosen. She'd barely had time to exit before she was already moving through the woods and coming upon the Falcon. Then with the trademark Solo smirk on her face, she moved into his line of sight and waited for him to work up the nerve to leave his ship.