As Garth'zel approaches, Anakin starts feeling anxious, though he isn't sure why until he hears Garth'zel's voice. However mild the question, it's still a reprimand in Anakin's experience. It's enough to make him jerk, the clasp falling from his hand along with his pilers, making a loud thump on the floor as Anakin jumps from the bunk to stand.

"No." But his hands are cramping, fingers almost numb, legs like lead from heel to hip and he's not sure they are actually going to hold him. And his back is screaming from his hunched posture. Maybe it had been hours. But he hadn't realized it. And for all his discomfort, he barely makes a face at it.