"Yes Sir." Anakin scrambled to pick up and put away his tools - hard with his body objecting to what he'd put it through. It made him slow and clumsy, when he wasn't either normally.

So Anakin takes longer than he would normally have to get to the lounge, his legs burning as the blood rushes back them, flexing and extending his fingers, trying to get the feeling back in them. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize how late it was." He was also already apologizing. "I didn't mean to keep you waiting."