Oh Anakin recognized it as dangerous - he wouldn't have survived as long as he had in Gardulla's estate if he didn't know to read 'danger' when it bared it's teeth in front of him. And that he held the posture for just a moment before rolling his shoulders back and lifting his head to a level position before shrugging probably answered at least the first question before Anakin could even try to put it to words. "I know what it's for," was finally what he settled on.

"He never actually let anyone do anything," at least, not to Anakin's thinking, "said he'd lose too much money with me not working in the shop. But if I didn't make money or kept losing him money on the races..." Well. The threat was there. "But I knew how to look pretty before Gardulla lost us to him. Mom used to try to hide me in places but she couldn't always." Anakin was entirely too calm about everything - the danger right in front of him, the very long list of wrongs he'd just named. It wasn't a freeze or a shutdown - he didn't tend to react that way - but it was measured. A subconscious throwing of the brakes to figure out if fleeing, flighting, or fawning was the safest response.