"Luke. I feel the same." Siri inclined her head in the standard Jedi greeting, a sign of respect, but she didn't bother to conceal the rampant curiosity in her gaze. Similarly to Luke, she never thought about meeting the child of a Jedi she admired and considered a friend, much less one from the future. Her future. No, not mine, she thought a bit bleakly. My future goes no further than Magus' ship.
"I'm actually Master Tachi," she added, "as of anyone here, I hope that you understand what that means. Siri is fine, though. You-" she paused, her eyes lighting a little more. "You are strong in the Force. I feel it. Not surprising at all, given Anakin's talents."