Jag was a fully-trained Imperial Knight, who had learned how to use a lightsaber from one of the greatest Jedi who had ever walked the stars. He had felt the hostility piercing through the Force, and had turned in a flash, lightsaber out, red cortosis armor and metalweave cape flaring dramatically, an unintended side effect of the outfit of the Imperial Knight. Though he had a hunch Master Brandl had deliberately designed the gear to be so...theatrical.
When he saw who he was confronting, Jag allowed the small smile that any other person would call slight, but this person, of all people, would realize was warm. "Mama!"
When he realized what he had said, he shook his head. "I'm sorry, Mother. I was so happy to see you after such a long time I forgot what I was supposed to say."