The calm that followed the meditation routine she'd been following moments earlier returned to her now that she had an answer to the rage she'd sensed, her own mental shields of course serving as no match for him but at least offering a less cluttered mind in his presence. At the sound of his voice, Jaina flashed him a smile, any unease disappearing in that instant.
"You threatened Exar Kun," she commented, then gave a bow worthy of any Jedi as the lightsaber returned to her belt. "It's a pleasure."
The blood didn't bother her. She was more than used to seeing it. The mask didn't, either. She was used to those who looked different from herself. What did bother her was the feeling of... unwellness that she could sense from him. Not mentally - no, she'd known that was an issue simply based on his own abilities - but rather his physical state. The weakness of his physical body was noticeable and that concerned her.