By the time Jaina had made the plans to go with her grandfather, she had a pretty good idea who she had sensed through the Force. She didn't want to believe it, of course, because if it was who she thought it might be then they were all in for a bunch of trouble. Yet some part of her just knew it was Bastila Shan. She'd had trouble resisting the Dark Side before. Jaina was willing to bet that she was quickly losing that battle, again.
She cut her thoughts short as she felt her grandfather draw closer. He presented another problem, in his own unique way. After all, he knew first hand how seductive the Dark Side could be. If he were to decide to return to it, along with Bastila already there...
Not wanting to dwell on such a possibility, Jaina instead made sure she had her lightsaber and exited her apartment. She was dressed in the clothing she had arrived in - not wanting the added hindrence of fighting in jeans should she find herself in that situation - and her shoulder-length, brown hair bounced lightly as she made her way down the steps and to Anakin.
Her brown eyes shone with a mixture of worry and determination. It was an odd combination, to be sure, but one that wasn't at all unfamiliar when it came to her. Coming to a stop in front of him she stated simply, "If it's who I think it is, we're probably too late."
And as good as dead, too, although she refrained from saying that much. Never think about the odds. It was one of the sayings that her father had that she took to heart as often as possible. Until the odds were staring you in the face, after all, you stood an even chance of always coming out on top.