Baridi hadn't been sought out in a long time. She lived many centuries ago, after all, long before things began towards their current path and when the Jedi were numerous. Even then, she had been oddly hard to reach. From her perspective, she drifted somewhere indescribable where she finally didn't feel the pains that had plagued her in life when she wasn't manifesting somewhere trying to get one of the Force users the First Order hadn't detected yet to become aware of their powers. She hadn't been able to do that successfully just yet; Vader's actions and then Kylo Ren's had made the Force a myth again to people, and it was hard to overcome.

When she appeared before Leia, she wasn't exactly as she died. She was in her proper robes, dark green and brown, dark brown skirt with thigh-high slits and baggy grey pants shoved into dark green Mandalorian knee-high boots. Unlike when she died, there wasn't blood on any of it from her coughing it up as her body finally gave out; her hair was also down like she had worn it when she wasn't in combat, giving her a more mundane look than Leia might have expected from someone written into legends.

She was also rail-thin, but the layers of clothing hid it well, just like Ben's had. Her face was unexpressive, but she nodded regardless, sounding resigned. "I am here. Where would you like to start?