It takes some doing for Jaina to get anywhere right now, considering right now is supposed to just be part of the history books. It's especially hard to get to the X-wings when you mother is years from becoming a galactic leader and there's only one known Jedi. No help from family privileges.

Luckily, she'd had plenty of practice getting underfoot with her brother, and the rebel staging isn't quite so organized as operations would be once the New Republic military got into full swing. She's borrowed a mechanic's jumpsuit and some supplies, and trots about with an armful of tools, trying her best to look like she belongs. Jaina's heard stories of how things were. The need to accept help and resources where available, right down to substituting wood for parts in A-wings.

And she certainly has the skill in engineering to pull of the role until she can find her uncle, though it's R2's familiar beeps and swiveling blue-and-white dome that finally have her zero in on Luke's fighter. No way she would have spotted Luke in his current position.

Jaina juggles the crate in her arms to give the little astromech a little wave, before piping up with a quick "Uncle Luke, need a hand?"