Though she hadn't intended it, her motorcycle jacket bore a slight resemblance to the white jacket Leia had worn on Hoth, and her dark hair was braided back and out of her face. Jaina wiped away her tears with the back of her gloved hand, trying to keep herself from crying any more. She didn't think she was going to have such an emotional reaction.
She hung the helmet on her bike and took off the jacket. She started cautiously toward the Falcon, still a little nervous to see her father. It was too late to turn back now, though. Still, distractions were welcome. She wasn't ready to board yet, even if the gangplank was open, so when she saw something wrong, she went for it. Veering away from the gangplank, she pulled out a small, oil-stained towel from her pocket and went to cleaning out one of the hatches that had opened for the landing gear.