Anakin looked and was so relieved to see Siri sitting atop an out cropping of rocks. Just barely visible in the half moonlight, but the sight of her still a clear source of tension release. Not dead, just sitting out in the open, playing with the Force.
"Great," he couldn't hide the irritation from his voice - it was 2 am after all, and he'd just taken a moonlit stroll with a Jedi who seemed to have forgotten the meaning of 'emotional control'. "Well she's not dead. Do you want to get her attention?" And then maybe Anakin could return swiftly to bed.