For a moment, Jaina had wondered if he was going to come out blasting. It would certainly be his style - he did always shoot first, after all - but she was rather relieved he didn't. She would hate to have to fight her own father. Things were complicated enough without adding that to the mix as well.
She knew from the look of the Falcon that he wasn't from as far in the future as she was. She was guessing, based on some of the modifications that she'd spotted both in the air and now on the ground, that he was from around the time that she'd been knighted. That was going to make this a little trickier, since she was now a thirty year old woman, but tricky was fine. It was out and out impossible that she hated.
Her hands casually at her sides and her lightsaber still hanging on the loop near her hip, Jaina gave a soft laugh at his greeting. Oh, how she'd missed him.
"You're on a tiny little rock in the middle of nowhere known as Earth. They have little to no space travel, have never even left their own solar system, and in case you haven't noticed it likes to rain. A lot," the young woman answered his second question first, wanting to save the best for last.
"As to who I am," her smile grew, "I'm Jaina Solo, only daughter of the rather famous Han and Leia Solo and the best pilot that the galaxy has ever known." She paused then added, "Not counting you, of course."