Anakin gives a short laugh, "I said no super battle droids. Looks like just the regular kind. Which, you know, makes our job easier." Sure enough of those tin cans could overwhelm even Jedi...eventually. But in general he just thought of them as a waste of Separatist money.

Then he's hopping over the desk showoff to land in a crouch beside Malco. "Skywalker and Kenobi," he says with a fierce smile, "you might have heard of us."

If Malco weren't already pale from his wound, he might have just paled a bit more. Anakin pats him on the shoudler, "don't worry, we'll make sure you get a nice cushy cell." Then he stands and looks at Jade, who is likely rather wide-eyed herself. "We're going to need to tie them up too," he says, gesturing at the guards who so far have either been unconscious or cowed enough not to make trouble but there was no reason to think they wouldn't get other ideas once there weren't eyes on them.

[It's okay! I'm replying by email because I'm at work so we're even. :) ]