Jaina snorted in a humorless sort of way, agreeing wholeheartedly with Obi-Wan's statement. "Uncle Luke was lucky if Jacen and I were ever in class. We were usually off, getting ourselves into some kind of trouble." She shook her head fondly.
It was the truth, though. Between sneaking away to investigate things they had no business investigating, and being utterly convinced they didn't really have to study so long as they were the best duelists in the galaxy, it was a wonder she'd ever reached Knighthood.
Her smirk turned into an all-out smile at his admission. "I think we all could," she admitted. "And yes, any help you might have to offer would be greatly appreciated. He's injured, now, but he will be back. His obsession with my uncle is too strong to keep him away for long." Then, of course, there was the risk that by defeating him, she and Jacen were now on Kun's list of those to take interest in. However if given a choice between being the focus of the madman's obsession versus her uncle being the focus, Jaina would pick herself any day of the week.
A brief pause, before she decided it was time to broach another subject with Obi-Wan. It wasn't really her place to do it, necessarily, but she couldn't in good faith not say anything. So in a slightly softer tone, she added, "I'm sure you know that my grandfather is here, too. He's... likely not going to be happy to see you."