The tone doesn't go unnoticed and while her gaze pauses upon him, Padmé doesn't question further upon it. Whether he wills it or not, she knows him well enough, just as he knows her. She won't say that they know every single thought and memory, but her heart has always beat for his, just as his beats for hers. "Very sure, my love."

While there might have been a bit of awkwardness on her own part, as he hadn't been the man that she is married to, Anakin is Anakin. Still generous. Still stubborn. Still bold and confident, and yet also unsure. "Although if you would like a play by play recap, I can certainly give it."

There is that slightly political shift to her face, her stance, although it holds only a moment. If nothing else, such talks likely would end with him teasing her again, but that isn't a bad thing. It was easier then to smile, to laugh, to jest and play. The war has changed many things, shifted the galaxy, made children grow up far faster than they should have.

She doesn't even need to guess which bunk is his, although from what she can see, there doesn't appear to be a tool or piece of machinery within its general vicinity, but perhaps she just isn't looking hard enough. There is a flash of strangeness there. His own rooms at the Temple had been just that. A room at the Temple. His own space, but not one to share with a wife. Her own quarters had always been open, although his own personal touches upon it had been limited.

With her gaze flickering back towards him, seeing him in that stance that she is so familiar with, Padmé lingers for a moment, before focusing on the words. Clearly focused, watchful but not overtly so, she tips her head slightly in acknowledgment. "I have been told, or perhaps warned is the better word. By several, actually. Ahsoka found me, and we spoke a little about some of the events that had occurred."