"Leia. You're Padme and Anakin's daughter...Luke's sister." Siri's stance changed, and she immediately doused the saber and clipped it to her belt in a long-habitual motion. She still held herself like someone poised for action (the day that Siri relaxed, Obi-Wan had once said he might keel over in shock), but her expression was welcoming.
"We spoke on the communication network here. Are you alright?" Siri wasn't sure as yet if Leia had sought her out in need, or if she'd simply wandered by. Gently, she searched the emotions surrounding the princess, feeling a similar grief and a great deal of self-possessed calm. That was good; her discipline seemed stronger than her brother's. Mentally, Siri shook herself. She isn't your student, leave it be. "The interruption is welcome, trust me," she added, with a bit more levity in her tone.