"I'll send them to her. She's eighteen standard, and well. We worked together well for a reason." Despite the seriousness, a smile grows on Anakin's face, he loves Ahsoka, he's proud of her, and he's never really managed to learn to hide it. "You'll like her."

"But I'm glad you could find it. I'm sure they are glad you did too." His smile shifted a little, more a smirk. "Well. Most of 'em."