Jaina blinked rather owlishly at him. She'd lost her hand to Vader. That was...
Well, there was something else that she and her Uncle had in common, if nothing else.
Then he added the rest and she felt her heart all but stop in her chest. "Me?" she echoed. What in the Force could she have done? It was frustrating, not being able to remember yet knowing something had happened.
Smiling, she replied, "Well, it's a pretty good hand. So thanks, for that." She held up the piece that had come from her ship, and frowned at it before looking to Anakin. "I guess that mystery is solved. And while I may not remember exactly what went wrong in the crash, I do know that this bolt being outside of the ship when it should be holding my seat in place shows that it wasn't something I could have avoided."
Even if she had been strapped in, which she doubted. It was too hard to make repairs at the last minute when you had a seatbelt on.
"So," she asked as she casually pocketed the bit of debris. "Alema Rar is still up to her old tricks and we have a Sith running loose who looks like loved ones. This place is like a vacation for the inner misogynist in us all, huh?"