[Anakin nods in acknowledgement. There's a vague sense, a felt presence, but it's not enough to accurately pinpoint. Her warning does more than enough to fill in the gaps where the Force feels too hard to find and too far away here.
He keeps the lightsaber in-hand with Clara's in his other, and heads first for the door. He pauses for only a moment to listen at it. The coast seems clear for now, but the last thing he needs now is to...well, be himself. Neither of them can afford to get caught again. (Injuries aside, he has a missing friend to find.) He turns to Clara:]
How many?
[Tentatively waiting for an answer, the door is pushed open with a too-loud squeak that seems to sound out like an alarm with the lack of sound to muffle it. Anakin cringes back, waits, and then pushes through.
This might be nothing better than an elaborate ruse, a trap. Good thing he's never managed to stay in one long.]
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He keeps the lightsaber in-hand with Clara's in his other, and heads first for the door. He pauses for only a moment to listen at it. The coast seems clear for now, but the last thing he needs now is to...well, be himself. Neither of them can afford to get caught again. (Injuries aside, he has a missing friend to find.) He turns to Clara:]
How many?
[Tentatively waiting for an answer, the door is pushed open with a too-loud squeak that seems to sound out like an alarm with the lack of sound to muffle it. Anakin cringes back, waits, and then pushes through.
This might be nothing better than an elaborate ruse, a trap. Good thing he's never managed to stay in one long.]