Leia can't help but smile. She can see the resemblance in the shape of Jaina's face, even a little in the way she talks--she's Han's daughter, all right. It's endearing, the way bits of her and bits of Han twine together in one entirely new package. Endearing the way it was when looking at Ben's holo.

"You aren't alone in that," she says dryly, then adds, "He's older than me, too. Closer to Han's age."

Which probably doesn't help Jaina a lot, she realizes after a moment. For her daughter, her father has always been older than Han is now--. "He must be around thirty, to look at him."