The young Jedi stopped and turned to look at her cautiously, calculatingly. That's what he was known for. He was ultimately calm and collected, no matter the situation, even things badly running through his head as they were did not stir unwanted emotional break downs. Did not crack the steel expression of calm and collected written on his soft face. "Anakin, yes. " He stated carefully. Bright ice blue eyes watched her as if trying to decode her like a puzzle as she stood there and tried to verbally connect with him. He was not very good at verbal codes.
"Siri, wasn't it?" It didn't take a genius to remember who she was once he stopped calculating and started seeing with his eyes. Her face matched her icon, and she didn't seem to appear threatening-though she was disconnected which concerned him. Jacen often did that when there was something he didn't wish to share. Anakin wondered briefly what it was she was trying to hid. Or if it was really hiding at all. He could have misread her, it was possible. There were things in this place he didn't quite understand. Jedi related actions he was not used to anymore.
"If you're trying not to be found, this is the best place I'm learning. " He stated rather blatantly. "Why don't you want to be found?" Anakin was strong in the Force, his midichlorians were off the scale, and anyone with even the slightest skill in the Force could probably feel it. He had a lightsaber attached to his hip. He never went anywhere without it, even if it seemed the last few weeks that there really was no need. It was just something he was used too, a habit he wasn't really ready to break. The way of the Jedi didn't really exist in this world outside of books and strange movies, but still Anakin felt a need to be prepared and ready, and keep up with his training. That was part of why he was on that rooftop that evening, to meditate. Do as his Uncle Luke had taught him and medicate to release his emotion. Anger and fear lead to the darkside. He had to release it somehow.