Obi-Wan walked alongside her as she spoke, his arms buried somewhere beneath his long Jedi cloak. It raised his spirits a little to know that Jaina thought her grandmother (oh that was difficult to imagine) would want to see him. He was beginning to feel akin to a desert Ibian, lost amongst a pack of hungry Worrts. He was also feeling quite old. Especially knowing that Jaina was the granddaughter of his Padawan. That was like comparing him to Yoda. Without the pointy ears, of course.
"Diplomacy is a difficult business to be in."
And he did mean it when he called it a business. It had definitely become one towards the end of the Republic and the start of the Empire. A business that was overtaken by a bigger and more cutthroat company.
"Being on the Jedi Council was about the closest I could get to diplomacy. I have a great respect for people who go into politics, though I don't have much trust for them. I could never involve myself in that sort of circus. I think you have the right philosophy where work is concerned. All anyone can do is their best and hope the affects are for the better."
As they neared the ship, Obi-Wan stepped away from her side to observe it closer. It was a nice ship. And simply from hearing her dedication to her training disc, he imagined that her care of vehicles was ten times that of the average pilot. He'd be willing to bet that it flew very well.