Okay. So he was clearly Anakin Skywalker - he'd made that point obvious. However, he had the memories of his time as Vader. It was... well, it was strange, but no stranger than her brother being brought in mere moments before he'd died. Idly, she wondered what point she'd come from, in her life. She couldn't really remember where she'd been, or what she'd been doing. Only important life events seemed highlighted in her mind.
"Well, I guess that makes about as much sense as everything else here," Jaina remarked with a slight shrug and smile.
Her gaze slid back to her ship, mind piecing together the accident as best she could with the clues spread out in front of her. If she could just remember what had happened here, Jaina thought she might feel a little better about things.
"There are a good number of those from our galaxy here, considering," she murmured as she stepped closer to the wreckage, stooping to pick up a small piece that had come loose from the ship. She turned it over in her hand - her artificial hand (she was still extremely uncertain as to how she received it) - and looked over her shoulder at her grandfather.
"There's something else, too, isn't there? Something... dark. I can sense it. Something ancient and evil." It seemed to all but seep from the very earth, in this city. Whatever it was, it was a danger to everyone here. And, she wondered, if not part of the reason they were summoned in the first place.