Jacen knew his twin sister had been here longer than he had -- he had heard this from Uncle Luke -- but he hadn't had a chance to seek her out until now. Well, he might have had a chance, but he didn't know if he had the... what was the word... courage? It was his twin sister, he knew he shouldn't feel that way. But something had kept him from searching out his other relatives.

He remembered the way Aunt Mara had looked at him, the way Uncle Luke appeared to be calculating things while they spoke. It had unsettled him. He had drawn into a shell -- something he was used to -- and began to think too much. Sure, that was dangerous for him but it felt comfortable, it felt familiar.

As he strolled through the hangar following his sister's presence, he felt himself taking a deep breath before stopping and peering down to where she was furiously working at vehicle plans. He absently began to tap an open palm against the ship he stood near and even as oddly nervous as he felt, Jacen was almost beaming as he looked at Jaina.

"A normal day with the toys, huh?"