Jaina didn't seem to be acknowledging Han's discomfort or suspicion. She was focusing all of her attention on the ship, letting her anxiety melt away. "That's loose," she commented, grabbing a hold on the side of the ship and pulling herself up on top of the ship. She had a multitool on her belt, always, and pulled it off her belt.
She was paying attention to her dad, in the half-listening sort of way that she usually did when she was working. "When you met Uncle Luke?" She'd heard the story enough, and it seemed to line up. She wasn't really that concerned about the mistake, now. It was going to come out, anyway. Right now, she was tightening this bolt.