Jaina sighed and rolled her eyes. "You mean you're going to make this easy on me?" she replied with a mild shake of her head.
Recognizing the look on her father's face - and knowing he was close to pushing that damned button of his - she sighed once more and stated in an almost bored tone, "Fine. Based on the shape of the Falcon, I'm guessing you're from right around the time of my Knighting ceremony. Which means that you're either about to give me, or only recently have, a heavily modified Z-95 Headhunter."
A fond sort of look crossed her fair features as she thought about that particular ship. "Which, by the way, I'm going to use to take my friends on a vacation at Mon Calamari." Once more that cocky, traditional Solo smirk returned, "Though only after I manage to fly the pants off an X-Wing that tries to get in our way."
One eyebrow rose toward her hairline as she asked a second later, "Next?"