Baridi had lost track of what Senators wore and what positions people held. She was barely engaged in politics when she alive, too wrapped up in the world of the Jedi, but she knew an angry woman when she saw one. She had dealt with several angry Jedi Masters who were mother-henning their padawans, afraid that their padawans having tried fasting meditation meant somehow they were in danger. In her lifetime, likely because it was so brief, no one had gotten addicted to fasting other than her, so it was not until after her death she got to have Jedi Masters yelling at her for centuries about genuine concerns.

Sighing slightly, she replied, sounding tired and unmoved, "I cannot make him stop. I have tried to do that with many a padawan before. The most I can do is attempt to talk to him in a dream or as a vision."