"You put the entire class that I was in in a simulation that included my father hanging from the wall as a prisoner," Jaina said, in case he didn't get it.

"Would you like some time to pry your foot out of your mouth or will it just end up back there anyway?" Jaina asked.

"I can understand why," she said. "So besides the fact that you put me in a really uncomfortable position, I also have to wonder how you explained it to people."

"He never paid Jabba because he was working with the Rebellion," she said coldly. "And Jabba only caught up to him because you made a deal with Fett."

"So what?" she snapped. "He was a general by the end of the war. But if you think people can't change, well, I guess that's all there is to that, huh?"

Even Kyp would haven given something by now. "Well, you were sort of the bad guy. Let's see, you set my parents up as bait, and then had my dad tortured and frozen in carbonite as an experiment! I'd have tried to shoot you, too, if I were him."

"I'll tell you this much, you want to get back in her good graces, a good start would be not pulling stuff like this," Jaina told him. "And that's not even starting in on you staying in mine."

"This has nothing to do with John," she said quickly. "You don't tell me you'd never do anything to hurt me and then try and not care about the outcome. And if you've got a problem with my dad, fine, but class does not strike me as the place to take out those issues, and he's not going away. I'm proof of that. Get over it."

Jaina still wasn't happy, but she guessed this was as much as she'd get.

"He's going to be here for Parents Weekend," she said.

She nodded. "So's Aunt Mara."

Whether Jaina got an apology or not, she sure felt like she'd won.

"It was their decision," she told him honestly. "I didn't want anyone to come at all, actually. I would have had to give warning anyway. My timing, well..." She shrugged, able to take that one.

"Take it. Just remember they're not the enemy. Don't treat them as such," she said, turning to head for the door.