[ When Anakin shoves past her, she's standing still, hair tucked behind her ears and eyes closed, concentrating on hearing distinct phrases, hoping to find someone who knows what they're doing underneath the swamp critters and backing track. His approach doesn't break her concentration (though dimly, she thinks there's some annoying male voice somewhere in this wasteland).
Even when he shoves past, he only nudges her a bit, but it's enough to ruin her search. And her mood. ]
[ Calling after him: ] Excuse you. [ and she catches up all too easily. ] Your tantrum is ruining my concentration, and I'm pretty sure I was onto something.
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Even when he shoves past, he only nudges her a bit, but it's enough to ruin her search. And her mood. ]
[ Calling after him: ] Excuse you. [ and she catches up all too easily. ] Your tantrum is ruining my concentration, and I'm pretty sure I was onto something.